Ever been at a rave party with blasting music and flashing lights and thought, “man, this would be a great place for upscale dining?”

Apparently that’s what the owners of The Edge thought.

Back story: Meanne’s birthday was Thursday, so she invited us all to go to dinner with her tonight at a place called The Edge.

So we all show up—Ben, Kate, Alyssa, Alyssa’s husband, Khara, and some other dude who was in our psych stats class whose name escapes me (but he was cool), and myself. We all get there on time.
About an hour later, Meanne and her other Vancouver friends (the non-grad-school-tortured ones) show up.

By this point, a few of us notice that the music has been getting progressively louder. Like, to the point where regular conversation could not be heard. Ben and I were right next to each other and had to shout. Add in camera flashes going off approximately every thirty seconds and the DJ standing right behind us (I had a great eyeline shot and spent the better half of the night glaring at him evilly with hopes that he’d see me and turn the music down), we pretty much were at a rave party that happened to have tables.

I do feel a bit sorry for our waiter, though. There were like 14 of us, half of us showed up an hour late, and Ben and I, about three hours in when the decibel assault was too much to bear any longer, were actually grooving out like we were in a rave party and waving our arms around like a bunch of idiots. So I gave him like a $5 tip for a $15 salad (that sucked).

Fun times in Vancouver.

Today’s song: April Rain by Delain