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Flash Mob in Fairbanks

I've watched flash mob videos on YouTube, and I've always thought they were pretty darn clever. But I never imagined I would be in one.

A lady from church had her birthday this week, and since she had always wanted to be in a flash mob, she organized one as a way to celebrate. And this is where I come in. About 25 participants showed up to her practice on Friday night to learn the dance, and then we performed tonight at the Bentley Mall at 5pm.

The important thing to understand is that we live in Fairbanks, Alaska. In order to have a "successful" flash mob, you need to do it in a large crowd of people. Ya, there are none of those in Fairbanks. Actually, the mall was the most crowded I had ever scene it. (And that was probably because all of the Alaskan residents received their Permanent Fund checks in the mail, so they had extra spending money.) I know it was a success because as the third dancer started to dance, a person in the mall said, "it's a flash mob!" And everyone had their iphone out to record it.  So even though it wasn't perfect, it sure was a fantastic Fairbanks flash mob! 

I think I need to add, "be in a flash mob" on my bucket list and then check it off :).

We got a video of it, so you should check it out!


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  1. ahh this looks so fun! You guys did a great job! And there was a good size group of you doing it too, that's awesome! :)

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  2. So funny that you just posted this. I have always wanted to be in a flash mob, and about a month ago I realized that the only way for me to guarantee I'll be in one is to organize one my self. So I decided thats what I want to do for my birthday (or sooner)
    so awesome that you got a chance to do that! Super fun!

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    1. You would organize an amazing flash mob!!! Good luck!

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