The first Monday of every month is a little to-do called Story Story Night. I’m sure you have something similar in your city—a chance for people to get up on a stage and tell a story ‘without notes.’ This month’s theme was ‘Reckless: Stories of wild abandon,’
The girls at work and I decided to give it a go; we made plans to meet at Mai Thai at 5:00, to prepare . . .
Truly, that’s as far as we got.
We sat in a little corner booth, sipping our wines and rum and Coke, laughing and chatting for over three hours—a luxury in these parts.
At one point, our server offered to give us a heads up on time (he knew we were planning to attend Story Story). Oh, so nice, but there’s really no need. We should head up now . . .
But there was one more story to tell, one more dilemma to ponder, one more future to mull. Before we knew it, not only had we missed the start of Story Story, we’d missed it altogether.
Perhaps it’s for the best. I’m quite possibly the least reckless person on the planet. So, naturally, it would be my name they pulled out of the hat for the story slam, forcing me to get up there and hem and haw before coming out with a witty, “One time, I dated a guy who wore women’s shoes. Also, I ate chicken McNuggets once—and I was old enough to know better.’
What about you–do you have a good reckless story?