I Went to a Silent Disco as an Old
My night dancing with wild abandon in a silent hotel lobby
I’m an Old.
To be clear, I’m not that physically old—it’s more that I’m old at heart, and, for the most part, always have been.
From the ages of 14 to 18, I was terrified of crowds, dancing, and alcohol. Then, for the next four years, I inexplicably couldn’t get enough of them. I didn’t go to prom, then I devoted an entire dresser drawer to going-out tops.
The last time I went out dancing was at a mustache party in Washington, D.C., in the winter of 2009. I was too vain to actually don a fake mustache, so I drew one on my finger and subsequently spent the whole night looking like
