On Being Spontaneous

This past Saturday evening, I was hanging out in my apartment when a friend called me.

“Do you like beer?” I hesitated for a moment. My friend can sometimes be dramatic, and I knew what that question meant.

“Yes, I do like beer,” I responded.

“Do you want to have beer with me tonight?” He asked.

“I’m down,” I said.

I invited a few friends, my friends invited a few more friends, next thing I knew, we had a whole squad.

We got dinner at a local taqueria, then we hit up Radegast, a German beer hall near my apartment. Despite living less than a minute away from Radegast for the past two years, I haven’t been there before. At 10pm, the waiter blew his whistle, then the DJ turned up and everyone started dancing on the tables. The beer house turned into a club.

I didn’t know I’d be dancing in a German beer hall that evening. And that’s what made the night special, it wasn’t planned, it was all spontaneous.