The Square Life

Perfect Strangers is off the air and The Cosby Show is in syndication, so what are your plans for the weekend, now that sitcomland has been replaced by Desperate Housewives and The Bachelor? You know where everyone else will be, 80’s dancing at The Area 51 in the Salty Metropolis. We all know its getting old. This thursday night, be MIA. Why spend so much time mimicking the decade that featured an all guy band named “Queen..” and worshiped The Artist Formally Known As Prince. Eventually the Magic 8 Ball will run out of answers and the slinky will get to the bottom of the stairs...its now time to expand our despondent way of thinking, refrain from following the crowd of neon up north on the interstate, and dig deeper into our brains, explore our imaginations.

BEST BIB AND TUCKER
If Bill Shakespeare would have lived to the ripe old age of 600, you’d bet your quill and ink that he would have based A Mid Summer’s Night Dream on downtown Provo. Romeo and Juliet might have ended in tragedy, but those star crossed lovers would have killed for a night on Center Street. It is epic for a formal night on the town. Featuring cuisine from 15 different countries....and a speed limit of
fifteen as well. Lighting is low and Aphrodites got her hands turning it into the epitome of a romantic.

WALK DOWN LOVERS LANE
Your date will shamelessly drop a quarter in the juke box, but is usually afraid to dance. Perhaps by back combing your curls, slipping into some leather and grandmas old poodle skirt, he’ll be more inclined to let lose to Frankie Avalon and allow your small crush to rise to the next level, love. Sockhop over to Phat Cats for a night of bowling followed by your complete daily caloric intake at The Malt
Shop.

OLD SCHOOL NASTALGIA
Sadie Hawkins, Morp, the person who invented high school dances was GENIUS. Why did we let them slip away after grad night? That blonde in your Physics class would love to find crumbs on her door step with a note attached that says “will you crumb to dance with me?” You dont need a gymnasium of streamers and six parental chaperones for an excuse to dress up like twins and peruse the town. But stick with the matching sweaters, you know neither of you will ever wear those plaid shirts again.