Mom in the Mob
I’m not in the Mafia. I don’t even know where to find good Italian food. But I did have my first Flash Mob experience yesterday. Something I believe every single person should experience once in their lifetime.
It was pretty spontaneous, actually. A friend found out about a Flash Mob going on in downtown Santa Monica to support an incredible foundation for a 14-year-old girl suffering from Cystic Fibrosis. Her name is Claire and you can find out more about her at Claire’s Place Foundation.
Not sure what exactly was going to transpire, I showed up at a ‘secret location’ emailed to me at 5 pm on the dot. I figured we’d do a few Macarena/Bar Mitzvah moves and then just jump around.
I was wrong.
The director lined us up Chorus Line style and started teaching us the dance. It was hard. Lots of “5, 6, 7, 8s” and people stretching and leaping and reminding me that I’m no longer in shape. I tried to hide behind an eight-year-old who seemed to know the moves. She was good. I was bad. But I didn’t want to leave because, well, when else in your life do you get to do a Flash Mob? Not to mention it was raising money for an amazing cause. Not to mention my competitive nature.
Two hours (and one sweat filled outfit) later, we were handed shirts and shopping bags and told to ‘mill around the outdoor mall’ casually until the music started. Then, assume positions, throw our shopping bags to the floor and start dancing!
I had already invested two hours worth of time (not to mention outrageous Los Angeles babysitter expenses) so I figured I had to follow through, even if I sucked. This one goes on the bucket list.
Being the diligent rule follower that I am, I casually milled around the mall waiting for a cue. There were over 200 others casually milling around staring at each other as if we were in some sort of secret cult. Lots of winks and smiles. I felt like part of a secret club. Like the Mafia.
Then, BAM! Smack dab in the middle of Santa Monica Place (a huge mall, not to mention tourist destination) the music started blasting and we dropped our bags and proceeded to dance like absolute maniacs for what seemed like an eternity, but really it was only 3.1 minutes in total. Cameras everywhere, video, paparazzi! People were clapping, laughing, screaming! 5, 6, 7, 8…I got
all most some of the steps. It was truly awesome.
Here’s proof that I actually did this. Warning, do not watch after eating.
Click here for cryptic video I took while dancing with my phone. Or, you can watch it in the fall on the new ABC show, “Every Day Health Heroes.”
And then, as quickly as it started, it ended. And we slipped back into anonymity. No longer Flash Mob Dancer extraordinaire, I looked at my watch. Remembered the babysitter had to be home by ten. And got ready to turn back into a pumpkin.
Dinner? None for me. Who can eat before a big performance anyway? Mac ‘n Cheese for kids. I had a little when I got home. Took out the trash. And went to bed.
Here’s the real video:
Tags: Claire's Foundation, Flash Mob