My best story about playing CDs is from a poker night... that turned into something a little unexpected.
In 2010 I was getting married in the fall. A couple of weeks before the big date, I had my monthly poker group over. About an hour into cards, there's a knock at the door. Surprisingly so, as everyone was already present and playing. One of my friends said "oh that must be Sam, I invited a guest". So I go to the door and a burly dude is there... then steps back for Sam...antha. It took me a few seconds to click on what was happening. Poker quickly took a back seat as Sam started her routine.
Did I mention that I ripped all my CDs in the early 2000s? I wasn't playing physical CDs at this point, and didn't even have an actual CD player hooked up as I was playing all my music from a server using an Apple TV. Well, about 20 minutes into her routine Sam, at that point fully clad in her birthday suit (and a completely perfect suit I might add) pulls out a CD and asks me to play it. Holy shit... deer in the headlights... after a few seconds that seemed like a much longer time in the glare of the audience's expectations (I mean, I am the alpha A/V guy in our group) I realized that in this case a B was just as good as a C, and the Sony BD player would do the job. Whew.
Crisis averted, the show went on, Sam was spectacular and nobody remembers poker.