F-ABBA-ULOUS

On Sunday evening a group of friends jumped back in time and attended an ABBA Sing-a-Long-A at the local theatre downtown. It was a totally fun evening.

The Band
The gang: Chris and Sheila, Craig and Kris, Scott and Amy

Craig got picked on by Bjorn and had to sing alone to the audience. They picked the right guy for that one!

Our friend, Chris, was shall we say "encouraged" to go up on stage to participate in the Dancing Queen and King competition.
He was awesome but the guy on the right hand side in the photo won. He must have practiced his Chippendale moves in his bedroom in front of the mirror and, as the audience was comprised mostly of groups of women, he got the vote.

Upon entering the theatre, we were given a small bag of props for the show: fake ABBA Euro notes (for Money Money Money), the letters S and O (for SOS), a horn (for tooting during Super Trouper) and other fun stuff.

We opted to hire fancy dress for the evening. Although it was not required, it was highly encouraged.
Craig as a Dharma Initiiative Employee including an unseen Speed Racer t-shirt et Moi

I found it very funny that the Brits, for all of their love of fancy dress, were not as fancily dressed as I expected. However, the ones that were dressed up went all out as did we. We hired our outfits from a place off of the High Street (and just below my dentist's office!). This place was litruhlee a hole in the wall situated in a cellar in back of a record shop.
It was chock full of '60s and '70s vintage clothing including shoes, jewelry, hats, well pretty much everything you would need. The owner has been running the shop in the same location for 18 years so that should tell you how much the Brits like to dress up. He said he gets clothes from local charity shops who can't sell the "outdated" items. It was classic and very cheap. There were things that so totally reminded me of my childhood however, I will admit that I am more than glad that old school, thick, clingy polyester went out of fashion.

I should note that because my 1970's dork brain can't keep up with 2000's technology, I deleted all of the photos taken on the night when I went to download them the next morning. Thankfully, my friend, Sheila, gave me a website of a program to recover photos and it worked (!) minus the video. But seriously, do we really need moments from the evening on video?