Climbed up and crossed over a parked train.
A year ago September, I crashed a gallery opening of one of my favorite artists. It was a soft opening for friends and family. I showed up and pretended that I was supposed to be there. I hung out for about 45 minutes. I knew it was a once in a lifetime experience and I had nothing to lose. I will be smiling about that experience on my deathbed.
I've always tried to do spontaneous things, when we were younger we'd hop in the car and go on a road trip. Didn't have a destination, just had to be back in time for work.
On the spur of the moment. My friends and I decided to go to the Woodstock Festival back in '69. We all told our parents that we were going camping in the PA mountains for a few days.
We decided to take a flight to San Francisco just for dinner at the Top of The Mark. (Would never do it today .... Too expensive and too much security red tape.)