Heads turned in bars and restaurants in the West Village on Saturday night. On the High Line, people held camera phones. Taxi drivers honked and rolled down their windows to whistle. Workers closing the Magnolia Bakery on Bleecker Street for the night opened the door to cheer. In the narrow doorway of a silversmith’s shop in Greenwich Village, a woman started gyrating.
“What’s going on?” passers-by asked one another. “A flash mob?”
“Where’s the music?” a woman asked.
“This tryouts for ‘Glee’?” one man wondered aloud.
“It’s a global floating dance party,”