Limitless Monday: Adventure Is Around Every Corner

Limitless Monday – Adventure is around every corner

There are always options in life. You can either sit on your couch watching reruns of Tyson fights or you can, like Tyson himself, drag yourself off your comfortable couch and create your next adventure. Why should Mike Tyson have all the fun!

That was the decision I faced last Saturday night. Typically a Saturday night for me entails a few episodes of Shark Tank, two glasses of red wine, and in bed by 10pm. Last Saturday was different.

My friend Vinny invited me to a 1980s disco night in a catering hall in Brooklyn, New York. The ticket stated; open bar, buffet, and, of course, music. The start time was 7pm. When Vinny and I arrived fashionably late at 7.18pm, there was already a long line for the buffet. The venue was packed. As Vinny and I walked to our table Vinny whispered, “Do you think we look as old as all these people?”.

“No!” I answered defensively. “We are probably the youngest here.” For the record Vinny is a young, virile 63.

The one thing I did notice very quickly was the ratio of men to women. It was an impressive 1:4. That statistic is a dream to most single men on a night out. Vinny and I were the only males at our table of 7. Tonight could be interesting, I thought.

At the point the music started there was a stampede to the dance floor. The dance floor remained busy the entire night.

When the girls at our table asked us to dance, my response was, “It’s a bit crowded out there for me, I need space to move around, maybe later.”

So Vinny and I, in the tradition of men at any kind of event where there is dancing involved, sat in our chairs for most of the night. That is until they announced the last dance, and the last dance was in fact called The Last Dance.

The girls at our table were already on the dance floor when I announced to Vinny “F*** it, I’m dancing!”

That one decision elevated my evening from a 7 to a 10. Other than a cowboy with a black cowboy hat, I was the only male on the dance floor. I headed over to the girls from our table and immediately began gyrating, twisting and twirling them around as if John Travolta was making his own comeback. I was smiling from ear to ear.

When the last song finally ended one of the girls at our table suggested we should take the party to a Russian karaoke bar. The dancing and drinking continued there.

Later Vinny dropped off two of the girls at their apartments and stopped in a back alley so that I could relieve myself. As we pulled up a big black hairy ball walked quickly in front of us into the bushes. “That’s a skunk,” Vinny alerted me. “You had better steer clear from that or I won’t be able to let you back into my car.” The skunk was the trigger for me to write this short story because random events like that should be recorded.

I finally climbed into bed at 3am. I woke six hours later with a splitting headache, a sore knee, a phone number, and plenty of great memories.

This story goes to show: the humble couch is the enemy of adventure.

Happy Monday!

Banner Image: Disco Balls. Image Credit – Matthew LeJune