Jammin' on the BART

"Somebody call 911! Shawty fire burning on the dance floor, WHOOOAA!!"

That was me this morning at 7:15am. Yea, I jam on the BART with my iPod full blast. Since I'm in closed quarters it's usually a tad awkward to bust out my JT moves, but once I'm out on the streets of San Francisco you can bet I've got a jig to my walk. That's the great thing about this city - you encounter so many REALLY strange people that me dancing on the sidewalk in full work attire really isn't that out of the ordinary.

We've got a long weekend ahead of us, and I can't wait! Mark and I are heading to Modesto to DJ a wedding on Saturday, and although I dread the heat I'm stoked to get a few photos of the event. Since I'm sure they've got a superb photographer documenting the wedding I'll probably stay out of their hair and get most of the details and some of Mark doing his thang. He's seriously one of the best wedding DJs in the world, not that I'm biased. I always end up being that girl-with-the-DJ dancing in the corner of the reception room to Black Eyed Peas' "Let's Get it Started." Who else is going to test the audio speakers? :-P I jam on the BART, I jam at weddings, I practically jam anywhere there's music. Who wants to join me?!

Stay tuned for photos!