Two Buddhist monks are walking alongside each other on a path through the country. One is younger, and one is quite old. As they walk they pass a beautiful woman.At the risk that I should misinterpret the story, I'll let it say what it says, independent of what it says to me.
A couple of hours later, the younger monk turns to the older. "Say, when we were back there, did you have any...thoughts about the woman that we saw?"
The older monk looks back at him, and replies, "Yes. But I left my thoughts back there, and you have obviously carried yours with you."
I'll post something about the clubbing experience later tonight or tomorrow sometime.