Now that it's 2011, I have been hearing lots of talk about the whole world-ending-in-2012 theory. In all honesty, I really don't think the world is going to end next year. Do I think there is going to be some sort of apocalypse (wow, that's a really hard word to spell) eventually? Yes, I do; I don't think Jesus would lie about it... or anything else, for that matter. However, I do think we have at least a few more years than just one.
If for whatever reason some giant meteorite (that's another hard word) decides to head towards our little orb of a home and is going to inevitably wipe us all out in just one colossal, destructive blow next year, this is what I'm going to do:
Say my prayers, put on my favorite old t-shirt and jeans (if I'm not already wearing them), and then throw a dance party. Yep, that's right, I'm going to throw a party and dance my way to death. And you're all invited. We will dance it up to MGMT, Wolf Parade, Modest Mouse, Silversun Pickups, and whatever else we feel like. The floor will be so cut up from our stomping feet that the only work the meteorite will have to do is to carry us away. And then, after a short water break (I don't want a muscle to cramp up just before I die), as the fiery mass is hitting the earth and we're all just three minutes away from being blown away in the inferno, we will turn on Mumford and Sons and blast "The Cave" through the speakers and kick it up like none of us ever have before. And I will go out of this world smiling... and very sweaty.
So, if you hear that the biggest cataclysm ever is headed Earth's way and we're all just hours away from death, come and find me. And don't forget to bring your dance shoes.
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