Bucket list

Most people nowadays have a bucket list. The standard is to list 100 items that you want to do/achieve before to die.

My bucket list is a work in progress and does not contain anywhere near 100 things. It is not well maintained and it is rarely updated. However, I have been working on crossing things off the list in the few months. I have a number of items on my bucket list that I would be devastated not to achieve - sky diving, being a part of a flash mob, circumnavigating Uluru and swimming with dolphins (despite them being the rapists if the sea). 

Tonight I  managed to cross something off the list - unplanned, unprovoked and unexpected. I went dancing with my wonderful sister and a friend. I cannot help but dance, even when the music is only in my head!! I'm am almost impossible to contain when there is actual music.  At one point, I was at the bar and was dancing away. I had been dancing for a number of hours and was a little warm (one of the things I love about dancing). The place I frequent gives $50 drink cards to the first 200 girls that enter after nine (great for the poverty-stricken). So I was using my drink card as a mini fan and continued to dance while waiting to be served. The guy next to me started singing the song that was playing with no idea what the lyrics were.  He was absolutely butchering the words.  I couldn't help but laugh. We sang and danced while we waited.

After a number of songs my patience was gone (I am not known to be a patient person).  I complained about how slow the barmaid was at making a series of cocktails. We continued to dance, chatting intermittently. It turns out that the cocktails were for my karaoke buddy. When they were presented to him he offered one to me. My immediate reaction was to decline. Considering the barmaid had moved to the other end pf the bar and the changes I have been working on recently, however, I accepted. I thanked the kind gentleman who promptly put his fist up. I knocked knuckles with him (which sounds kinky but totally wasn't), picked up my Long Island iced tea and returned to the dance floor.

Now, technically Bad Singer Dude did not buy the drink FOR me (the item I crossed off the list). But, after nearly 20 years of going out, it's the closest I have ever been so I am going to run with it.

Ding. Next!