Spontaneity at It's Finest

Sometimes your best memories come from last-minute decisions. Friday night was a perfect example.

Seven o'clock in the evening and four out of the six roommates were sitting in one bedroom, looking out the window at what everyone else was doing on a Friday night. The week had been long and motivation was running a little low to try and think of something to do. 

We watched our neighbor come out of his apartment dressed quite nicely. He crossed the street to a girls apartment and knocked on the door. His date came out in a fancy black dress and we all crowded against the window to ooh and ah as we watched them leave for the formal Homecoming dance.

Suddenly Jenny looked at us, "What if we went to the dance?" We all kind of laughed. The discussion started. The dance started in an hour. You have to get dressed up. We have nothing to wear. We would have to find dates. 

What the heck. Let's go. 

Thus began the frenzied rush. Our lounging turned into quick movements and rapid thoughts as we spouted out ideas to make this work. 

The first goal? To find guys of course. We knocked on doors and we called anyone we could think of who would enjoy a dance. Our energized mood somehow led me to sing loudly to our neighbors' door, "Do You Wanna Build a Snowman" from Frozen. In my defense, the apartment was dark and looked like no one was home. But as soon as I belted, "I wish you would tell me WHY!"... the door opened. Of course. Everyone started laughing as I said, "Hello Logan!"

After recruiting through phone calls, visits, and some convincing, we had six guys to go with the six of us girls. We got dressed and we were ready to go.

We drove to the Riverwoods to the Manor where the dance was being held. When we approached the door we were kindly informed that the dance was sold out. They must be joking. We knew it. But alas, they were not. We thought of every scenario to get in... What if people leave? Can we go in then? The answer was still no.

After all the effort it took to get there, we were not about to quit. We decided that we would just have our own dance party in the gazebo nearby. We were about to set it up when they came and found us. There were eight tickets left online, and if we wanted them, they would let all twelve of us in. 

Needless to say, we were ecstatic. The tickets were purchased and we walked through the previously-forbidden doors and made some triumphant noises. A lot of the people cheered as we came in, happy that we were finally able to make it.

Now the real question is, was the dance worth all the effort we went to? The answer is a definite yes. I am not sure if it was the atmosphere of the dance, the people, or the fact that we had to work so hard to get in, but it was one of the most fun dances any of us have ever been too! We took Polaroid pictures, drank chocolate milk from the BYU creamery, laughed a lot, and danced our hearts out. 

As Jordan put it, "We're artsy and stuff"

They even gave us some sparklers. I love these girls.

Sometimes creeping out your window has benefits... That's the lesson to be learned. It brings some great ideas.

What started as a dismal looking night, turned out to be one of the most memorable experiences we have had yet. It was the best spontaneous decision.