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Bloggy Blog #70

I am a former Quad City DJ's dancer suffering from tennis elbow. Ask me anything!

Hello! I am here to take your questions. Apologies in response time, it has been difficult to type these days. But, I’m going to try! This will be fun. Remember the Quad City DJ’s? Choo-choo! 

Question 1. Jeff from Davenport! Are you from the real Quad Cities? My mom went to a school in Bettendorf named after Herbert Hoover. Do you know him?
Answer: I know of President Herbert Hoover. However I do not know him personally, nor your mother, nor anything about the Quad Cities. I actually lived my life in southern Vermont, and never heard of the Quad Cities. Anyway, the band I danced for that caused me irreplaceable elbow nerve damage is called the Quad City DJ’s. They’re not from your neck of the woods. At least that’s not what they told me. Maybe one of these days I’ll come out there to visit. Maybe I’ll go by train! C’mon ride that train!

Question 2. Kacey from Valdosta!  How did you get to be a Quad City DJ’s dancer? Are they hiring? I like dancing and hope they have auditions soon.
Answer: Hello Kacey. I will be honest with you in that I do not remember how I wound up as a dancer in their video “C’mon ‘n Ride it.” I remember after auditioning for Gypsy once back in the mid nineties, I was invited to a party just a few hotels down the block. It was Jacksonville in June; I was hot and ready for a drink (or six, hah!) Anyway, so me and this guy I was sort of seeing show up to this pretty wild party at the Ramada. Great music, lots of drinks and some flavorful fumes coming from both rooms. Next thing you know I’m three sheets to the wind and that guy had already left. Someone had me sign some sheets of paper with a green Crayola marker, telling me to show up at some warehouse by eleven the next morning so they can start shooting the vid. The Lord sent me a miracle and I was ready to get to work!
As per the group hiring, listen: I would advise against it. Plus I feel like they broke up. Or maybe they’re back together? Who knows. What I do know is they won’t return my lawyer’s phone calls, so I’m not sure what to tell you.

Question 3. Tony from Provo! What’s with the tennis elbow? And where are you in the video? Thinking you might be the cute one in the back. Are you Michelle, Tamika, or Tanya?
Answer: Look Tony, I feel like you never really watched the video. The back? The back of what? There’s absolutely zero trains in the video, Tony. It is set on some intergalactic space ship, cruising through a city and somehow avoiding catastrophic collision with skyscrapers. Anyway, I’m not sure if I’m clearly visible in the video. And you know what else? This tennis elbow is a very sore spot for me right now. Literally. It hurts. I was led to believe we would only have to do a few choo-choo arm pumps, but that was very much a lie. What amounted to a four minute video took us nine long, grueling, arm-pumping hours to complete. We had a quick meal break in between, where someone had to feed me because my elbows hurt so much I couldn’t even pick up my bologna sandwich. It was very embarrassing, Tony. And you know what else is embarrassing? My medical bills. I need surgery on these ‘bows, because this is getting ridiculous. And those stupid Clod City Sleaze Jays aren’t giving me a dime for it.

So on that note, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can end this AMA here! Thanks for reading, and keep skipping track three of that Space Jam CD.

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