I remember going to the club for the first time in my late teens and seeing some
well fed gentleman with a dress shirt and tie on, holding two drinks, and spinning his blazer jacket up in the air like a helicopter as “Cupid Shuffle” and “Take You There” played back to back. The bouncers eventually had to tell him to put the drinks or the jacket down. It was at that time, I finally found out what a mid-life crisis was.
I’m glad I got my clubbing faze out of me by my mid twenties because I could be doing what that idiot was doing right now.