We stayed home Friday and cleaned the house. Andy went out for groceries and took the kids to the video store. At 5:30 the neighbourhood Canada Day potluck began. It was inside a carport because it was raining. About 50 people came. We had fun and it was delicous.
At 8:30 Andy and I took off down to Rocky Point Park where we met up with his boss and his boss's wife and some of their kids and one granddaughter. We watched the evening's concert by The Time Benders. The show was pretty corny but we loved it. The musicians were talented and totally energetic. They sang and danced nonstop for almost 2 hours with a dozen costume changes including wigs and one muscle suit. It was a good choice for a crowd that ranged from newborn through octogenarian. Everyone was up dancing on the lawn in front of the stage. There were conga lines and everyone did the YMCA song, included 4 guys recruited from the audience to put on the cop/construction worker/cowboy/Indian Chief get-ups. It seemed like something that you would see on a cruise ship, but I've never been on a cruise ship so I'm not sure.
The really hilarious part was what the party crowd from the beer garden did. In past years we've had Trooper and Doug and the Slugs, which are oldies too, but much more rock-related than this theatre-style all-ages review. I guess the 20-somethings weren't sure what to make of the show so they just charged right on in like they always would. It was pretty incongruous to see blotto-boy and gooney girl charging the stage, shouting and dancing in front of the performers and being hauled off by security in the context of this family show. Kind of like finding a mosh pit at a Charlotte Diamond concert, but there you go. It was really funny. During the finale about 20 young adults who had clearly spent a good part of the afternoon and evening in the beer garden got up and danced on the front of the stage. As many as were herded off were replaced by more party animals in search of oblivion-blurred glory. I was killing myself laughing. It was beautiful, surreal, charming. Nobody got hurt. It was just too funny. The band handled it with style and grace and the security guys and gals were gentle and used good humour from the looks of things.
So that's a wild night in Port Moody.
Oh we got home at 11:30. I joined the Ladeez in Cathy's hot tub. The guys were still in the carport drinking shooters. Who says we don't party in Port Moody. yeeee hawww.
question: I wonder what it will be like tonight (we're going back)
mompoet - liking best the pieces that do not fit but work anyway
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