It was the winter of 1992. January 21st to be exact. I had just gotten a brand new Sony video camera, due to my girlfriend suddenly finding herself in a family way. I thought maybe it would be a good idea to record all the hyjinx that ensued when little Karly Barly popped into the world. Having access to a video camera was something new. And my mind did what it always does, came up with ways to exploit the situation for a laugh or 2.
The not quite Mrs, at the time, was working the 3 to 11 shift, and since I was only recently allowed cohabitation rights, since I think September, I was still on my best behavior. Such as it was.
I was not really averse to getting my hands wet, but I think I needed a bit of coaching from my soon to be better half, to get involved, on a more imitate level, with domestic bliss. OK fine. I did not want to seem like an easy push over, so me, myself and the other guy in my head came up with plan.
It being the early 90’s, with no computer, no internet, no way to edit video, it sat in a box with about a dozen of other tapes, for over 24 years, until being discovered once again. I have been going through all of them for the last couple of weeks. Seeing people who we loved, and now are gone, reliving those times of laughter and fun. It has been a rather bitter sweet experience, as my sister in law mentioned after seeing a video of New Years 1991 with her Dad yucking it up. Many a time I really wish we could go back and relive those events, but heck, we don’t even have flying cars, so we just have to be happy with what we have.
And, I am. Doesn’t mean I don’t mandate my wife buy a lottery ticket every now and then just on the assumption that lots of money can make you more happy. With that kinda dough, I might even have the resources to build time machine. Until then, we enjoy the videos and wipe the dust out of our eyes, quite often.