08/26/2026
There are weddings I remember because the dance floor was absolutely insane.
And then there are weddings I remember because of who was standing on those dance floors.
Sunday night was another Perry wedding—which means another former student—and those will ALWAYS be my favorite weddings to DJ.
I remember Corry Douglas when she was 14 years old.
Sunday, I got to watch Corry Robbins dance with her husband, Beau, and their adorable little boy, Hunter.
Yeah. That one got me. Perry weddings ALWAYS get me.
Corry and Beau were an absolute joy from beginning to end. Easy-going, trusting, and seemingly determined simply to enjoy being married. They gave me a handful of songs they loved for cocktail hour, dinner, and dancing, then largely handed me the musical keys and said, essentially, you've got this.
And because it was a Sunday wedding, the dance floor behaved exactly like Sunday wedding dance floors tend to behave. Three or four songs with everybody out there. Then everybody disappeared. Then suddenly they were back. Then gone again. 😂 It came in waves, and the evening wrapped up a little early—as Sunday weddings often do—but it was still an incredibly fun night.
Dinner deserves its own mention, too. Farro's brought in a wood-fired pizza buffet with some seriously creative pizzas, and judging from the reaction in the room, Corry and Beau made a VERY good call there.
But my favorite moment had nothing to do with music or pizza.
It was watching Corry and Beau with Hunter.
The three of them shared a family dance, and watching them together absolutely melted me. They're wonderful parents, and there was something incredibly special about standing there watching this little family together while simultaneously remembering the bride as a freshman in my English classroom.
I've thought about this many times over the years: I thoroughly enjoyed my ninth-grade English teacher, Rick Kidwell. He was a phenomenal teacher. He is a terrific person. We still talk from time to time on social media today.
Would I have put Mr. Kidwell in charge of my wedding?
Hahahahaha.
Absolutely not.
And that's why this never escapes me. My former students don't simply invite their old English teacher to their weddings because they remember me fondly. They hand me the microphone. They give me their timeline and their music. They trust me to run the celebration itself—to be the person steering one of the biggest nights of their lives.
I must have done *something* right during those years at Perry. Corry is one of more than 200 former students who have welcomed me to attend and have trusted me to lead those celebrations
Sunday wasn't the wildest party of my weekend. It wasn't the biggest dance floor or the hardest-partying crowd.
But standing inside White Rose Barn and looking across the room at a former student I remembered at 14—now a wife, a mother, and this genuinely wonderful woman?
That was the highlight of my weekend.
Congratulations, Corry & Beau Robbins. ❤️
Thank you for letting me be there to see it.