I had plans. Big plans. I was going to the Farnborough Air Show in sunny England, where technology happily meets and mates with big missiles and really fast, loud fighter jets that go VROOOOMMM and shake you to your very core. And I was happy! And excited! But this was not to last. My yearly trip to my favorite event had run into a few snags and hiccups, mostly concerning my lack of money and a mother who is very good at the art of the “guilt trip”.
So instead of spending a glorious 2 weeks taking in all the new, hot gadgets and tech surrounded by guys with hot English accents, I boarded a plane with my mother.
Now, Wisconsin isn’t that bad, really. Well, most of it isn’t. I spent some time with family in Madison and Milwaukee, eating and drinking for free, and sleeping on pull out couches. Not so bad really. That is, until we took a trip up to Minocqua to visit my Auntie.
Did you know that in Minocqua, you get NO cell service? I’m not talking just at the lake or in the woods; I’m talking about the ENTIRE TOWN. Nothing! Talk about a serious case of nomophobia. At first it was pleasant, not waking up to 30 emails, no forced chats on the phone, it was great.
For about 10 minutes. After that, all hell broke loose. What’s going on outside this secluded northern town? Did everyone forget about me? How am I going to respond to that Yelp Elite event? OMFG is that a dead bear stuffed in the corner of the living room? Am I next? This string of questions went on for pretty much the entire duration of my stay in BFE Wisconsin. It made me realize how dependent I am on the internet and general technology, and how the people up in Minocqua really couldn’t give a crap about it. I imagine it’s an addiction based on circumstance, but really I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So just an FYI, if you ever plan on going to Wisconsin, bring along a cell booster, your own wireless adaptor and heavy doses of morphine to dull the pain of the monotony. That is unless you like being back in 1956. Then by all means, go, venture on brave one.