You spin me right round baby

I'll admit it I always wanted to be a DJ. And I made some half-hearted attempts at it previously. And quite frankly why wouldn't I? You're a DJ. You play other people's music. You get to stay up late, party like a "rock star", drink on the job, wear t-shirts to work and dabbling in recreational drugs can be expensed off your taxes. Oh yeah, did I mention that you get to play other people's music for a living. If I were to apply that to my trade it would be called plagerism. But other than that I'm halfway there: I'm Asian and have unruly hair. The rest is just some bleeps and bloops and a slick handle.

But that phase passed almost as quickly as my infatuation for emo-girls with bangs. Although claiming to spin D&B is one of my all-time fave half-truths to tell girls. Just the right mix of "wow he's cool" and "no way I know what he's talking about, so I'll just move on and be impressed," to carry on a night's worth of conversation. Sure beats the pants off of, "I drive a Dodge Viper." Honestly sometimes I even surprise myself.

Long story short, Saturday doing some shopping on Newbury and I decide that what I need is another pair of sneakers. Head into the PUMA store where it's a mob-scene. The crowd is a cross between an animie convention and a Miss USA pageant: my kind of gathering. All I want to do is grab a pair of kicks and enjoy the gorgeous day, but the help is nary to be seen. Wait but what's this? A rather cute looking blonde 20-something, head-to-toe in PUMA attire, oozing cool standing behind a set of turn tables.

I guess it was Tang I was drinking because her ass made start to see stars. Well I'm just waiting here so I might as well take advantage of the situation. I approach her with witty aside in my head and ask her, "Do you happen to have these in a hightop?"

Oh comeon what did you expect? She's a DJ, I couldn't possibly date her.