There was a reception the first night (Thursday), but the plane from Glasgow was delayed 4 hours and the club representatives didn't get there until late. So, we drank and waited for the Cups to arrive, cheered riotously when they did, had our pictures taken with the Cups until they were put away in felt bags and locked up. 
It was still early and we were looking for something to do. You should have a certain sense of satisfaction in the knowledge that when it comes to locating a bar, many in our group can only be described as "Pathfinders." Davie found out early on about this place called "The Wild Mushroom" and we were among the first of the Rangers Supporters to arrive there Thursday night. The town was really dead that night and luckily there were only a few locals in the bar, because they were soon displaced by a blue tsunami. The bartender or manager was insightful enough to agree to play Rangers CD's (I guess somebody from the Niagara club arranged this), and soon it was bouncing room only until closing time. Again, I don't think the locals knew what to make of it, as the energy level never went down. They had to be wondering how many times a group of people can sing the same songs over and over, and with such passion, including Follow Follow and The Famous Glasgow Rangers with added verses (something about the papacy), Simply The Best, The Blue Sea of Ibrox, Hello Hello, The Sash, Every Other Saturday and Hey Baby being the most memorable and most repeated.
Friday night, the Govan Protestant Boys FB were there and got the evening started quite well. If you thought we were celebrating the day of the Dundee match, you should have seen this. Ian was there with his mom and dad, and Donald and his wife and Ian Dalgleish with much of his family. Later that night, the FB conducted a spontaneous parade in the street, but we missed it, because we were on the second night of the non-stop, 3 nights-in-a-row scene at the Mushroom. Matt, Bill, Bud, Derek and Brian didn't make it to the Mushroom until Saturday night, chiefly due to the demise of the Winnebago, and one of these survivors of this adventure will have to tell you the story, as I wasn't there and wouldn't be able to do it justice. All I know is that they told me that the guy from whom they got the Winnebago sold them a boat last year and it sank the first time they took it out (this is apparently true). 
Saturday night was wild and Bud and Matt will have pictures. Picture Bill in his kilt, having climbed on top of a table to dance; the table is bucking back and forth, almost tilting over, but he doesn't care (or know) and he gets himself stabilized, which was just before the bartender and bouncer got there and just as Brian and Bud got him down. Side story: I recall somebody telling me one time that I had to go to Canada to experience table dancing, but I don't think this was it (maybe you have to go to Montreal). 
At one point on Saturday night, I was standing next to one of the girls who worked at the bar and who we got to know. After witnessing the party and the gleeful singing going unabated for three days, in perfect seriousness and with a sincere questioning look on her face, she says to me: " How could these people be this happy?" and then: "Who are they?" Well, you know the answer.
Can't wait till August 15
ROGER BLUE