Back when I had the Canon SD700 IS on loan, I arrived at my sister’s place to catch her room mater Liz dancing on the driveway. Heres the clip from the camera.

I chose to set her dance to the beginning of the song Here We Go Again, by Violet Static. It’s her and my sister’s band.

I am very tempted to record some video clips of me randomly dancing on the subway and then set it to music. Although,I dunno if I have the nerve.

So my sister and I were at Vaughan Mill yesterday and noticed the cool little courtesy strollers for shoppers. They had Firetruck ones, that fit two children, or these Green carts.

Upon closer inspection, the cart includes a comparment on the back to store away your bags or whatnot. The amusing part however is the big warning on the bag. Do Not Put Child in Bag! Now are people that daft?

Perhaps I don’t get out often enough anymore, or maybe I’m just growing too old and conservative. Here is a quick list of other strange sighting on Saturday Night or other things I have learned along the way. These are times when I wish I had a small compact point and shoot to tote around the city in my back pocket.

* A posse of girls wearing prom dresses from the 80′s. Sure it must have been girls night out, but it’s hard to get lucky dressed in those fashions, I don’t care if it’s back in style, but personally I thought it was halloween, three months early.
* Note to self, when biking to a club, do not park your bike within 100 feet of the club’s doors. Otherwise, a drunk girl might ride on your locked bike and ring the hell out of your bell when you aren’t looking.
* When on a dance floor that constantly has broken glass on the ground from dropped drinks, never take off your shoes to dance. I don’t care how free-spirited you are, you’ll regret it at the end of the night
*Playing pool in a dance club is a sure-fire way to repel any prespective dates. It totally screams you aren’t interested in the scene or that you are totally bored.
* Pajamas are never proper attire to be seen on the street in, especially flannel ones. The only excuse for this is if your house is burning down and you were awoke in your sleep.
* Always carry a student card on you, you never now when you can use it to get into a club for free. And not having one, makes you feel so much older than 90% of the room.
* Never ask a guy in a pink shirt if there is a lot of Vagina in a certain club. You are barking up the wrong tree and are trying too hard. All the vagina in the world couldn’t save you.
* Never where a Pink polo shirt with your collar up, especially with the words PLAYA printed in fabric paint on the back of your collar. What exactly are you trying to prove?
*Mel’s Diner on Bloor is always a safe bet for late night feedings after a night of dancing.

So it’s getting pretty late at the Dance Cave and I’m getting pretty tired. I have no idea where I used to get my energy from, but I definitely don’t have the stamina I use to when I would go out clubbing every weekend.

So the crowd is slowly thinning out at the Dance Cave and out of the corner of my eye I see an orange flash of hair. I turn around and low and behold it is the Vagina boys. They look pretty cheery in demeanor but their efforts obviously failed miserably as they only had each other for company. I had told the story to a few others earlier in the evening and proceeded to point out the fellas to those in our group who hadn’t originally scene the couple.

Totally beat, I was ready to say my goodbyes, when the song that was playing ended and the house lights came on. Without really trying, we basically closed the place down. Everyone started exiting the room and pouring out onto the street, except for the Vagina Boys who were in the middle of a game of pool. I walked over to Yvonne who I had met earlier in the evening and said to her, “The Vagina boys are over there playing pool.”

To my surprise Yvonne shouted out in drunken excitement, ” Vagina Boys!!”

Shock covered my face as the red headed vagina boy started walking towards Yvonne to give her a hug, stating, “You gotta love hugs from complete strangers”

I couldn’t keep myself from laughing. If I had known Yvonne better, I would have know it wouldn’t have been wise to tell her about the boys at that point. Wiping her arms down where he had touched her, I couldn’t help but laugh. Needless to say, the boys didn’t snatch what they were after. Perhaps if they were wearing pink shirts instead of striped shirts they would have gotten further. Something can also be said about trying a little too hard.