To a young adult, a cellphone is in all reality an
additional limb. We are constantly talking or texting on them. This concept is
even more apparent now that smartphones are increasing in popularity. Instead
of just calling and texting, we are now able to tweet, Facebook stalk, email,
play games, take pictures, record videos and watch movies on our cellphones.
This has created a culture in which we constantly have our phones in hand. They
go with us to work, school, on family vacations, to concerts and everything in
between.
My phone was no exception. I got my iPhone4 shortly after it
became available with Verizon Wireless. Like many young adults, I put that
phone through hell and back. In addition to the normal tossing onto the kitchen
table, that phone went everywhere with me. It had traveled with me through five
states, attended four Van’s Warped Tour dates, more than 10 other rock concerts
and it even survived my 21st birthday.
The traveling bit is no big deal, but the second two are impressive
achievements. My friends and I like to go all out at concerts. We like to dance
and mosh the hardest, often to the dismay of out fellow concertgoers – Sorry
guys!
I think the reason we go hard at concerts is because we are
poor college students who never fully left the whole teen angst thing in high
school.
Anyway, back to the point. At said concerts it is not
uncommon for myself, or one of my friends, to pass out from the heat, get body
jewelry ripped out, or even a concussion.
We always tend to wake up the next morning with a strange assortment of
scrapes and bruises. In the midst of all this I always managed to get amazing
picture on my phone. Although I literally had to dive into mosh pits after that
phone on multiple occasions –believe me, that is no easy task.
As far as my 21st birthday goes, well we all know how people
get on the first night on the town…
By this point you may have noticed that I have been talking
about my phone in past tense. That is due to a charming experience known as
Oktoberfest.
I grew up in La Crosse, Wis. and for as long as I can
remember I have attended it’s annual Oktoberfest activities. Now that I am of
age, it means I get to join the big kids at the beer tent.
This past weekend I went home to partake in such activities. On Saturday morning I woke up early to get
ready for my day. I put on my freshly laundered skinny jeans, and went to put
my phone in my pocket. As is the case with freshly laundered skinny jeans, my
phone did not fit. So being the bright young man that I am, I took off the
protective case and my phone slid right into my pocket.
The day’s events began with brunch at a friend’s. This consisted
of some food, but mostly Bloody Mary’s and mimosas.
Fast forward about 12 hours to when we are all nice and
festive at our favorite bar. We are singing Nicki Minaj’s Super Bass at the
top of our lungs, and I am sitting at a table with some of my friends. My phone
is sitting dangerously close to the edge of the table. Sure enough a friend
bumped into the table and my phone took the long journey of two feet to the
ground. And as fate would have it, the screen shattered.
After everything we had been through, my phone decided to go
skydiving and forget to pull the shoot. Seriously.
Luckily for me I have an upgrade coming up on my cellphone
plan, and should be able to afford to pay for a new phone with my next
paycheck.
Moral of the story, keep your cellphone cover on while being
a stupid college student. Or is the issue the skinny jeans?
HAPPY FESTING!!!!
