Plans for the End of the World & Being Forgetful
So I’m thinking that I really ought to start making plans for the end of the world. When is it, again? December 12th? December 24th? No-one really knows anything except that it’s planned for sometime in 2012. We know this because a scary apocalypse movie of the same name came out this year (or last – I can’t remember when I saw those posters up at the train station). Don’t worry, though, that movie had a happy ending*** and so will our, real-life 2012 as long as we follow this simple plan.
I am riding the high of a wonderful party that my roommates and I threw this weekend and so propose that this is what we all do on the last night of all human existence as we know it.
Make reservations at a nearby events venue right now. I mean, plan the biggest, baddest party you can think of. Everyone in wigs. Never-nudes. Cavemen. Robots (to be pronounced “row-bits”). If you like conical party hats, you can have conical party hats. Do it now, before EVERYone else reads this blog and follows my lead.
At the very least, the future alien archaeologists who carefully excavate our petrified remains will know that we knew how to have a good time.
*** I do not claim to have seen or currently be watching said movie. I never watch apocalypse movies – even though dystopia/utopia themes are basically, like, my favorite genre(s) of literature ever of all times.