An Awesome Night Out or, Fuck It
I’m gonna go ahead and apologise to my father right now, who reads what I write often. He’s mentioned to me once or twice about the language I use on my blog. I foresee extended use of the F word.
Katt Williams talked about a special hormone that is released into your system from time to time that physically enables you to have a good time.
It’s called ‘Fuck It’.
It specialises in the breaking down of inhibitions and when you ask yourself ‘Why?’, it askes ‘Why not?’
Most people choose to induce this hormone with alcohol and recreational drugs. However, you have to get the dosage just right, otherwise you risk overshooting the Fuck It mark and just end up Fucked Up instead.
But sometimes, the conditions are just right for the natural production of Fuck It and when that happens, it’s fucking sweet.
My most recent successful experience with Fuck It happened just a couple of days before Christmas. Lucideas was having their Christmas party.
Being the only guy in the office with facial hair, I thought I’d dye it white and be the resident Santa Claus for the evening. Why?
“Because fuck it. That’s why.”
It’s looked hilarious. We pulled out a Santa suit that we’d been using for a client before and they said I should wear it and give out all the Secret Santa presents.
“Fuck it! Where do I change?”
I donned the suit and became the cheeky, foul-mouthed, wandering-handed Santa that made every single person in the agency sit on his lap and open their presents.
After which, the music was too good to just sit around and quietly drink beer with everyone else.
“Fuck this! Let’s dance! Come on!”
After getting five or six people from the agency to dance, the suggestion of taking this party to a club afterward surfaced.
“Dan, you should totally wear the suit to the club!”
“Alright, you’re on. We’re going clubbing!”
The party started to wind down around 10pm and a group of us met up at a pub for pre-drinks.
“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas everybody!”
I bellowed at the pub.
A very satisfying cheer was shouted back. My Fuck It levels were rewarding me handsomely.
A guy came over to our table and presented me with a pint of Guinness.
“There you go, Santa.”
“Oh, thanks very much!”
*sip*
“No, all of it.”
“What? Skull it?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright then.”
That’s when you gotta watch those Fuck It levels. You know you’re in the red zone when you start saying ‘yes’ to everything, even when there’s potential for bad consequences.
“Yay, Santa!”
“Yeah *burp* Great, whatever. Thanks for that.”
Fast forward.
One of Lucideas’ designers and I pulled up outside Zouk, one of Kuala Lumpur’s many dance clubs and sauntered in.
That classic feeling when everyone who looks at you, smiles.
That less than modest feeling that you just became a line in someone’s story about their night.
“And then Santa walked in!”
We went to a private booth and ordered drinks.
“Fuck it. I’m embracing this. If you want me, I’ll be on the dance floor.”
High-fives, handshakes, hugs, kisses, a couple of lap dances and many, many photos soon ensued.
I met many people and forgot many names.
This was vague, but I was told some guy had to drag his girlfriend away because she was getting too friendly with me.
I’ll take that.
I managed to ride that wave almost to dawn.
The night was epic to say the least.
And all because I decided to fuck it and do something I had never done before.
These are the kinds of things that happen when you take opportunities as they come and dive head first into the unknown.
That’s how I want 2012 to be.
More ‘fuck it’ moments that lead to awesome happenings. In my social life and my work.
I’ve already made the resolution to go back to Zouk at Chinese New Year, dressed as the God of Prosperity.
Happy New Year
-Dan
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