Flash mob: Gangnam style

I crossed something off the old bucket list this past weekend: participate in a flash mob.

My good friend and roommate from college Amy and her lover Pete got married this past weekend. A few weeks ago at Amy's bachelorette party, there was apparently a discussion about doing a flash mob at their wedding (a discussion I may very well have taken part in but have no memory of-damn strippers!).

No strippers here but this picture is too kick ass not to share.

Amy's good friend Lynn sent a group of us an email suggesting we do a secret flash mob to "Gangnam Style."

Being an old lady these days, and someone who's barely in the car since I take the train to work every day, I had heard the song briefly but didn't know it was a little bit of a phenomenon, and certainly didn't know there was a choreographed dance to it.

Being a dancer, and recognizing she may be dealing with an uncoordinated bunch, Lynn was kind of enough to create a series of video tutorials on how to do the dance. I tried practicing on my own one night but deemed the event too sober and quit until I had some company.

Luckily, Sarah and Chad stayed with me the night before the wedding and after putting Chad to bed and a bottle of wine, Sarah and I thought we conquered the first section.

There were rumors of an impromptu practice session in a secret location at the hotel where the reception was, but the Wardall 7 crew took matters into our own hands the only way we know how: by buying a lot beer and pre-drinking in our hotel room before the reception while practicing.

We took our potent potables down to the secret practice location—in the hotel basement next to a bank of elevators. Lynn led us in a few run throughs, told the uncoordinated bunch (including me) we could just rock jazz hands when we didn't know the moves, and handed out some glow in the dark sunglasses, courtesy of Amy's sister and maid of honor.

The plan was for the DJ to cue up the music during the salad portion of dinner, after all of the toasts. Lynn would be on the dance floor by herself and dance the first two sections alone while the rest of us walked to the floor. Here's what transpired:

It was pretty amazing. There were close to 25 of us, and you can see Amy's mom on the far left and possibly her grandma, equally rocking out.

This obviously moves me closer to my ultimate goal of learning the entire "Thriller" dance. It still remains on the bucket list.