Cinnamon Fun – Dance Party!

Cinnamon Fun – Dance Party!

November 29th, 2011 @ 12:32 pm by Mrs. Cinnamon Bun
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And then the dance party started!

I danced with my mum.

I danced with my high school girls. Note that I’m the only one still wearing shoes in this photo! I kept my shoes on all night, and my feet only hurt when we got back to the hotel.

Yes, we did the Chicken Dance. A friend requested it, and as we had no ‘no play’ list, he got it! It was awesome, to tell you the truth. Everyone was laughing, and it gathered one of the biggest crowds of the night.

This one might have been Ra Ra Rasputin…

This has quickly become a tradition - the four of us stood on a table at J (in the pink)’s wedding and danced to Eye of the Tiger the way we used to in high school. C (beside me) got a mic from our DJ and explained to everyone what was about to happen. More awesomeness.

You have no idea how excited I got when I heard those first few beats of YMCA over the speakers—I may have hopped up and down.

Then things got a little crazy - notice the upside-down person in the background!

There was a kickline…

Some singing along… (most likely Spirit of the West’s Home For a Rest - it’s not a wedding reception in Canada until this is played!). I remember the moment I heard Home For a Rest start playing… I was talking to someone in the other room when I stopped mid-sentence and said, “Excuse me, I can’t miss this song.”

Then Cinnamon Buns proved that he was the most awesome husband-of-6-hours ever:

(guest photo above)

In the month or so before the wedding, I’d become mildly obsessed with the song Captain Jack Sparrow by Lonely Island. Mr CB was the first one to show me the video and I almost peed myself laughing. It didn’t help that my coworkers at the time were obsessed with YouTube (mostly Jack Sparrow and Struttin’ That Ass - both songs not safe for regular workplaces) so we watched it on repeat in the green room before the show. For some reason CB and I started saying, “Giant squid!” to each other randomly.

Cinnamon Buns knew all about this (that, and I’d bought it on iTunes and may have played it on repeat a few times) so he asked the DJ if he had it. The DJ didn’t, but ever-resourceful Cinnamon Buns pulled out his iPhone, bought it, and handed it to the DJ to plug in to the system. If I jumped up and down for YMCA, and interrupted a conversation for Spirit of the West, I screamed when I heard this one start playing. It was one of the last songs of the night, and CB and I danced to it (and sang along) the whole time. Some people (the few relatives still there that late, less You Tube-obsessed coworkers) had no idea what was going on, but the select (cool) few knew it. I heard a few ‘Is this… ohmigod it IS THIS IS AWESOME!!’s from people. This is one of my favourite memories of the night.

I have to say that our DJ did a good job of reading the crowd and playing great songs, which made up for some flubs earlier in the day. My music tastes run to the classic rock end of the spectrum (yes, what you might call ‘oldies’ or even ‘cheesy’) and I loved everything that was played. We just aren’t a going-out-to-the-clubs couple, and the good old songs that everyone knows means that more people will be out dancing. I don’t dance to look sexy - I spent most of the time I was on the dance floor (which was A LOT of the reception, which was not what I was expecting) belting out the songs along with the speakers, spinning around so my dress flew out, shaking the dress with the music…maybe I would go dancing more if I could wear my giant dress? It was great not being self-conscious of what my feet were doing.

Here are a few of the songs that Cinnamon Buns and I can remember being played: