My phone malfunctioned today causing me to briefly travel back in time to December 31, 1969. I was walking on the boardwalk with Heather, and my phone suddenly began operating itself — opening and closing applications, going into airplane mode, flipping through different screens and the likes. I was trying to figure out just what in the hell was wrong with it, when I saw that the date was December 31, 1969.
Time travel is sweet. I mean, one minute I was walking up the bike path and the next thing I know, I’m ready to ring in the new year with a bunch of tie-dye clad hippies I met a few months earlier at Woodstock!
Now that I think of it, I’ve actually been to this party before. Back in 2003, as the hard drive was dying in my old Gateway desktop, an error message popped up dated 12/31/69, and I was instantaneously transported to this very same spot. At the time, I thought I was just hallucinating, but now I know that time travel does exist because time is obviously controlled by phones and computers. That’s why we don’t have to manually set the dates and times on them.
Anyway, back to my trip to 1969. We sipped champagne and discussed the year’s events — Neil Armstrong walking on the moon, the war, Hurricane Camille… FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO… HAP–
It appears my phone is working again now, and I have safely returned to October 24, 2010. So long for now, 1969. I’ll see you next time something breaks.
This crazy trip has got me feelin’: exhausted
And I’m singin’ along to: Come On, Come Out – A Fine Frenzy