1994

One dude that I work with occasionally was the topic of conversation at lunch today, and there were many amusing stories thrown about concerning him and his trials and tribulations in the dating world post-divorce.   The one that stuck out was the nickname his co-workers in Atlanta call him, which is “1994.”    Meaning, whenever he’s spotted in a dance club, or really, in any social situation, his understanding of what is totally kickin’ rad and/or bitchin’, it’s rooted strongly in the era of roughly 1994.   He’s voguing, he’s rocking the good flannel (ok, that one is a straight up lie), and generally he’s got a good idea of what to do, but it’s just slightly off.

Another mention of him was about his hanging out with another Co-Worker of mine who is particularly charming.  1994 was heard to say the following morning “Man, it was crazy!  The women love him…they’re all over him!  He’s got mad Jedi game with the ladies…“

I like to think a lot of his trouble with women is the quickness of referencing Star Wars.   At the very least, it’s a telltale sign.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  “Come meet us. We miss you. We miss your scent. We miss your musk.” — M.J. 

CREEPY: The label for “Willie Nelson Spring Water.”   Willie somehow turns into a bald eagle on the label as you spin it around, and I don’t know what’s more American than water and potheads turning into Bald Eagles.   Life, liberty, pursuit of happiness, and ability to turn into not-so-endangered species.  Diggit!

~ by trashville on October 19, 2007.