A word to the wise: You should only hire Party Dad to DJ if you want to see what joy looks like in human form. Look at this man! He is the definition of middle aged rapture.

He's doing the hand gestures of a symphony orchestra conductor on ecstasy. He's tearing off his transition lens bifocals so he can rave without having to acknowledge the horror on his children's faces. And best of all, he's not our dad so we're free to enjoy it.