This is How We Monday

Aug 20, 2015 by

08.20.2015 - This is How We Monday

“To weekdays that feel like weekends”

– Moosehead billboard


          “I’m near a sign that says the address, so I’m guessing I’m in the right spot. There are three guys peeing. Just FYI. Lol,” I texted my friend on Monday night, hoping he’d hurry.

          I waited for him and a friend of ours from high school at the entrance of a dirt parking lot surrounded by a wire fence leading to a dock. It’s going to be us three and the peeing guys, I laughed to myself; which, to be honest, was a bigger turnout than I had expected. I didn’t think a Monday night boat cruise would draw much of a crowd, and I didn’t care. Neither did my friends. We all boarded with the mentality that it could be just the three of us and we’d be happy. We were getting to cruise Lake Ontario on a beautiful summer night for free. It would be fun with or without the peeing guys!

          Watching in surprise as the boat filled with more people, my girlfriend sighed, “I wish I could be younger again.”

          “I was just talking about this yesterday!” my mouth dropped. “I met this guy – oh! I met this guy who DJs,” I turned to my other friend, who’s really into DJs. “He’s opened up for Tiesto.” (My friend isn’t really into mainstream DJs, but that’s undeniably impressive.)

          “What’s his name?” he asked me.

          “I can’t remember his DJ name,” I said.

          “He’s probably really big and you were just like, ‘Oh, cool!’”

          “Yeah, probably,” I laughed. “Anyway,” I segued back to my original train of thought, “he looked familiar and he said I looked familiar. We eventually figured it was probably from clubbing,” I told them. He used to DJ at Palazzo, my favourite all-ages club, around the time I started clubbing, and he also used to DJ down the street from Hotel around the time I was faking legal. “We started talking about our clubbing days,” I continued, “and how we’d love to relive a night of them. I’d love one night as 18-year-old me,” I said to my friends.

          Actually, I had been feeling nostalgic for my clubbing days even before talking to the DJ about them. I felt the pang of affection for 2008 hit me on Saturday, when someone mentioned a club. The mere namedrop of a club, which I had never even been to before, was enough to get me reminiscing about the thrill that was my clubbing days. I momentarily contemplated getting on the highway and driving to a club right then, but I knew I wasn’t just looking for nightlife. I was craving the excitement nightlife used to make me feel.

          “I miss being excited about it,” my girlfriend said as we sat at a table along the edge of the boat.

          “Yes!” I shouted in agreement, feeling like she had read my mind.

          “I don’t get excited about it anymore,” she continued.

          “Same,” I sighed, missing the high.

          By the time we set sail, there were at least 50 people on the boat. One of my two friends was already shuffling his feet to the music.

          “I need to grow up,” he laughed.

          “No,” I disagreed, knowing that by “grow up,” he meant some typical definition of the phrase that limits adulthood to staying in on weeknights and going to sleep before midnight.

          I find it strange that growing up is widely viewed as constrictive, because I’ve always viewed it as something freeing. As a kid, I longed to be an adult; and now that I am an adult, I’m grateful. To me, growing up meant being in control of what I do. It meant not having to go to school or do homework or be in bed by a certain time. It meant having the freedom and the means to do whatever I want. That’s what adulthood is: freedom. Freedom to do whatever makes you happy. That freedom can be overwhelming at times. Being responsible for our own happiness can seem daunting, but it is more so empowering. Lauren Martin, an Elite Daily writer, put it well in her article 50 Things about Millennials that Make Corporate America Sh*t its Pants: “We [Generation Y] no longer see adulthood as the end of our childhood, but the beginning of something even more liberating.”

          I thought about this on the boat as I smiled to myself in pride of my generation, taking in the impressively wide age range of my fellow passengers. Some appeared to be newly legal while others were past their thirties. Whether 19 or 40, all were redefining what it means to be grown up by dancing on a Monday like it was a Saturday (see the video below).

          As for that excitement about nightlife I had been craving, I got it. I got so into it that my clothes were sticking to me and my hair was curling. I was wearing a ponytail by the end of the night. I can’t remember the last time I clubbed hard enough to necessitate a ponytail. On Tuesday, I woke up feeling how I completely forgot nightlife used to make me feel the next day: like it wasn’t real, like I had dreamt it, like I needed to do it again ASAP.

Happiness Tip: Grow up in the most unconventional way possible.


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