Music blares. Festive bubbles shower down from the ceiling. Lights distort and blur. Strangers bump and grind in the habitual mating dance, while "long-lost friends" reunite. Besides maybe the bubbles, the scene is more or less a classic one through the ages.
It is in this scene, and this scene only, that I can find text messaging to be vaguely useful.
Your phone jingle-jangle-vibrates. Your friend wants to meet up. Mom wants to say hi. An "urgent" social situation is on the rise. Problem is, you can't hear a damn thing over the screaming girls and 80's music tribute. You shout, "What? What? I can't hear you! Call me back!" and hang up, knowing that the situation won't change unless you go outside.
Therefore, our fine feathered technology of text messaging does indeed come in handy for intensively noisy situations, such as nights at the bar or for someone who works at rock concerts. "xoxo to you too, Mom," and there you go. Close your phone and go rock out.
For myself, however, I'll just let my breathren of callers desperately wonder why I'm not answering.
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