Welcome to the Future
It is now 2005 and according all the sci-fi books I read as a kid we really should be floating in space now. Or have a colony on Mars. We are only ten years away from all the majesty of Robert Zemeckis' 2015. We really need to get cracking on all those wacky gadgets they promised - realistic, artificial plants; personal robots; tiny, mobile communication devices; a vast, interconnected virtual porn looker-upper; at-home laminating machines.
We tried to go out on New Years Eve, Marigold and I. We walked all the way down town to be with the other people with no real plans. When we got to the edge of the crowds, the back of the beer lines, we got scared. We suddenly, shockingly, realized we were fuddy-duddies. We didn't belong. We decided that next year we would get a cheap bottle of champagne, stay home and hump.
So to prove we still got the grove we went out last night to The Bar Bar (with much less of a crowd) and we danced, brother . . . we danced. I'm here to report large-breasted, blond ladies love to freak with me. And then walk away awkwardly as my wife points and laughs.
posted by Stephen "Steve" at 1/02/2005 11:51:00 AM
3 Comments:
It be cool if in the future there was this machine you could use that would let you write anything you want and it would publish it for the entire world to absorb and react to instantaniously. Oh wait... nevermind.
Posted by cory
Was she laughing because they were really men and you didn't realize it?
That's just my guess. Totally not based on any experiences with you.
Posted by sara
Let me say for the record that Saturday night was the most pathetic night I've had since I've been at The Bar Bar. I have never seen a more sadder bunch of folks in my life. At least you and your wife seem to be having fun with it all. It was great to meet you thoughout it all. It's good to meet a fellow blogger. I'll have my side of New Year's night up later.
Posted by Sam