It was Sunday and Sam wanted to go to the nightclub. I was hesitant because I don't enjoy them anymore, but Sam was adamant. "What about your wife, she's pregnant" I remarked. He dismissed the observation and made note that the nightclub would be full of women. I yielded, and we went to a mall. The entrance gave way to some stairs, and at the lobby was a distinguished old man whom Sam said hello by name. We entered into the dance floor and I was glad to be there.