We like the DJ.

On the way home from our first shower today, the fiancee' and I dropped in on a pair of strangers' reception so we could see our DJ in action. He passed the test with flying colors.

It was a sleepy little reception...not too many people on the dance floor because (a) it was a small reception to begin with and (b) it was a very quiet, kinda dead crowd. Meat Loaf (we call our DJ Meat Loaf because of the physical resemblance he has to the "Paradise By The Dashboard Lights" singer) handled the situation wonderfully. Recall that my baby and I chose Mr. Loaf because he would not be Dan, Dan, the Dancin' Man. At a quiet, inactive reception like the one we were watching, a lesser DJ might break out the heavy artillery and become as loud and boorish as The Dancin' Man. Meat Loaf did not. While we were there, we saw him:

--Transition from "Celebration" to "In The Mood" to get some elderly folks out there.
--Move from "In the Mood" to "Old Time Rock 'n' Roll" to get some younger folks back out.
--Walk up to us, perhaps a touch embarrassed, to say how quiet things were.
--Not say a word on the microphone. This really impressed me.

I think he was honestly worried we'd be concerned or disappointed by the reception, but my honey and I were actually very happy to have seen such a challenging situation. We told him so--saying we were impressed he didn't turn into Dan, Dan, the Dancin' Man when it might be tempting to do so. He actually physically cringed and recoiled when we mentioned Dan.

It's official. MEAT IS OUR GUY.

Now, our reception will be so damn rockin' that I don't think it'll make any difference. Comparing where we were today with past wedding receptions my family has been at is like comparing Alistair Cooke with Sam Kinison.