June 8, 2011 The Photo Booth

Odyssey Country Club Tinley Park, IL

This seemed like a great idea. I was DJing a wedding with my friend Jimmy last week. As we set up the equipment, there was someone setting up a photobooth for the wedding. He asked us to jump in so he could set the lighting for the night. I said yes right away because my mother has a ton of black & white photobooth pictures from the 1950's & 60's. I 've always enjoyed those little strips of four shots, some serious, some clowning around. I told Jimmy to join me because my mom has always liked him better than me and I wanted to send her the pictures. So we jumped in and took serious and goofy pictures. The new booths have a monitor in them so you see the picture right away on the screen. After the first shot, I said "wait a minute is my head really that big?" I had a Barry Bonds on steriods sized head compared to Jimmy. I ask the photographer to shrink my head in the editing. No editing allowed. Damn, no wonder I'm always so tired, I have to lug that giant fucking melon around all day. What I didn't realize is that the photographer also has a monitor on the table outside the photobooth...and he scrolls the pictures taken throughout the night on that monitor. So every 10 minutes or so there is a shot of Jimmy & I on the monitor...wait a minute...everyone here thinks we are a couple and we are DJing...playing lots of dance music...oh no...we are the gay DJs...no wonder we didn't get any drunk hotties hanging on us begging for a song. One thing about getting older, you realize you are never as cool in real life as you seem in your oversized head.