I’d heard it was the place for singles to meet and mingle, and after spending half my life as a staid wife I was definitely, irrevocably, single and feeling the need to express a little wildness. Despite that, I’m not sure, if I’d known what would happen that night, that I would’ve been able to gather the nerve to go. Fortunately, I had no clue that I was about to experience a complete transformation--the most exciting night of my life—and that it would change my whole outlook on the world and my place in it. Inside, the music was the next thing to deafening. People crowded the place so tightly that it took me nearly twenty minutes to spot a stool to park myself. I pictured salmon fighting their way upstream to spawn, for it was a struggle to move more than a few inches at the time. I was actually surprised when I spotted the little table near the back, completely deserted. There were five chairs around the table. A couple of empty glasses and some wadded up napkins cluttered the table, and I wondered if I would be ousted if I sat down.
