Dîner en Blanc Toronto
I don’t normally do something like this, as it’s not part of my character, but last night I — along with Lisa, Sarah and Keith — jumped on a bus, dressed all in white, and were driven to Fort York for Dîner en Blanc Toronto.
Let me elaborate. You pay an exorbitant fee, make your own food, rent your own tables and chairs, carry them with you, and hop on one of 10 chartered buses scattered across the city. The catch: You don’t know where you’re going. The location of the evening is kept secret until the moment that you arrive. Once there you unpack the contents of the bus and set your table up at a predetermined location on the campground. The organizers promise an evening of enchantment and elegance. I on the other hand, gag at its pretentiousness. However, it does permit a lovely time with friends. So what more can one person ask for?
Unfortunately, Toronto’s impeccable summer weather was intercepted by endless showers, and we sat for a long time in the rain. Thankfully we had ponchos and umbrellas to protect us from the elements. It didn’t dampen everyone’s spirits though, and after the meal the clouds parted and the dancing began. This is when I left. I don’t like to dance.
I would like to also mention that I looked like a yoga instructor. Or the leader of a cult. Perhaps a hare krishna.
Here are the pictures from the evening.