>Alright, here’s the embarrasing story. 
I live a pretty tame life. I do lot’s of exciting things, but they are always planned and well orchestrated. I’m about as spontaneous as a giant sea turtle.
Lately I have become increasingly annoyed with my safe and well thought out lifestyle. I’ve been telling myself to be more daring and exciting. Apart from last week when I didn’t shower for two days, my personal challenge hadn’t been going well.
Well last night at the Killer’s concert I decided enough was enough and challenged myself to be daring. Thanks to my friend Matt we had great seats that were just below the box seats. Which means we had fairly access to them. During my quick jaunt to the bathroom I passed a box that was full of crazy partiers. I decided that this would be my daring moment. I scooted into the room and tried to blend in. The Killers playing in the background set the party mood perfectly and I started chatting with people. After a couple of awkward minutes of conversation I noticed an unguarded table with dozens of cans of beer.
Now maybe it was because there was so much “pot” being smoked in the Stadium that I, by no fault of my own, became dizzingly high, but I wanted that beer. Not necessarily the beer itself, but I wanted to steal that beer.
