Midnight in the 50s

One of my favorite movies of all-time is Midnight in Paris. Just the reality that Enest Hemingway, Slavador Dali, Pablo Picasso, The Fitzgeralds and countless others were neighbors is downright ridiculous. I love the film mostly because of Owen Wilson's character, the typical man who feels lost in life and wishes they could live in another time where stress is less and life is more. Yet, in the end (like all of us do) he figures out that everyone wishes they lived in another time where they believe the stresses of life were nonexistent. But, life is just like that. You wish someone would give you some expertise before every decision you must make, but sometimes everyone's opinions is not enough. But, just once I wish I could travel back in time, without changing any of the present, and see what it was like to live in the 50s. When cars were loud and seat-belts were optional, and when every man could drink all day and party all night without the cops interfering. I would go honestly have the time of my life, and enjoy what the saying "work hard, play hard" actually means. Just as a not though, I wouldn't want to go to a bar or college fraternity hangouts, but the places where men gather to converse about rock and roll.