like everybody else, i asked myself if vancouver would only live up to its apathetic reputation. but at the same time i thought, "hell! if at least 20 people showed up, that would be fun enough." well, vancouverites, you sure outdid yourselves! you came out in droves, and not just that! you brought your downfilled pillows, and you smacked the heck out of frenzied strangers, stopping traffic on robson in the midst, and you MOST definitely put the F.U.N. back into our no-fun city.
i'm not much of a counter, but i'd say a good couple hundred people came looking for a fight, and check it out! boy! did they EVER find one! i don't think i have ever seen so many laughing, shrieking, hooting and hollering kids in one place before. and yes, i meant it when i use the term 'kids'. anyone from five to seventy were caught in the midst of flying feathers and down. as for myself, i armed myself not with a pillow but a camera, and busied myself squeezing through the chaos, trying to attack the scene with my scene-catcher. i took my share of bumps (everybody was very respectful of the rules of the club); an unexpected crash from the front propelled me backwards, but all in good measure and i got back on my feet and went on shooting. the fight lasted 15 minutes longer than expected, and at the end of the wrestle, robson street, between hornby and howe, looked as if ten million chery blossoms did their molting a few weeks early. well done, vancouverites! well done!