Anthropology on a Saturday Night


I was at the bar WaterWorks last night…yes, not the typical place to find e…but in honor of Alison’s 25^th I’d suck up my self-admitted snobbery. Where to begin? The fact that my preconceived notions of stereotypes gone awry were so right on scared me…no literally I was scared.

Taking a walk around the Disneyland of debauchery was like an anthropological lesson in the world according to MTV. It was fascinating to say the least.

Seeing as our daily work is creating experiences I think we were all a little sponge-like. Of particular interest were the large video screens with silhouettes of varying women dancing. Naked. Well at first there was some debate as to whether they were clothed or not…but judging by the jiggling and at times the less than smooth area around their pelvises, we settled on, yep.

It didn’t matter whether they were there or not (was it being streamed in?) Ben’s transfixing stare proved that such a question was moot. What was painfully apparent to me was that being in a mash-up world of virtual spring break and nascar tailgating is just not a place you want to be unless you have many margaritas and some good friends.

Entering a virtual world that is actually reality...always uncomfortable.