Capers And Mishaps

A flashmob is no longer a flashmob when the upcoming, “spontaneous” event creates a media firestorm and is written up on all the local papers and on the net beforehand. That’s what you get when you post it on Facebook and then have over 5,400+ RSVP their attendance. So, as it was no longer a secret as to where/when/how the silent disco on the skytrain would happen, it’s no wonder it became such a gongshow.

Thousands were expected, but because of the disorganization by what turned out to be an 18 year old amateur creator of this skytrain dance party, only 250 showed because it was unclear whether the event was cancelled or not. (It had been deleted off Facebook after the creator freaked out about how many people were going to possibly show)

Additionally, there was confusion on what time it started (there was an additional departure time of 1pm to the original 3pm). The departure station was also changed from Granville station to Waterfront station. And apparently the organizer slept in and missed leading the first departure time. Way to be awesome, dude.

Peggy, Shizuka and I made our way down to the art gallery, so that this event could kickstart Peggy’s birthday party. We were a bit late in getting there, but thought, even if 1000+ people showed up, it’d still take a while to mobilize and separate people in groups and board several skytrains. But there was no trace of anyone – no organizers or participants.

We boarded at Granville and rode to a halfway point on the circuit before getting off, crossing the platform to try to catch the party train on the way back downtown. But after waiting for a while and seeing no dance action on any of the downtown bound trains, we heave ho’d that idea and headed to the casino for some blackjack and one armed bandit fun.

After the casino, we headed across town to meet up with Janet, Sophia and Kat at The Eatery for dinner. We fueled ourselves with sushi and Japanese cooked food for a long night ahead of us. This is Peggy after all and I have yet to meet a soul that could keep up with this energizer “Where’s the afterparty?” bunny.

Well, girls night out would not be complete without some shakin’ of our groove thang at Celebrities, the hottest club on a Saturday night, spinning house music. Course any good house music club worth its weight in gold is most likely a gay bar, which Celebrities is. Saturday nights come complete with drag queen hosts, costumed bartenders and dancers; you’d think it was Halloween. I was especially enthralled with The Joker and would’ve liked to see if the bartender was as good looking as I imagined he was under the white pan makeup.

Tonight was a doubley special occasion. Not only did we fete Peggy’s birthday all day, but this will be the last day in a while that we’ll be doing some serious partying. A fare thee well to the party girl of all party girls, if you will. My little Peggy is going to focus on domestic plans from today out and for that I’m uber-excited for her. Awww, we feel so grown up now.

Happy birthday sweetie. Luv ya.