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Alright, I admit it. Last weekend I went to see the movie Hot Tub Time Machine, and while I’m not going to say it’s the most brilliant movie ever made, it did succeed in making me laugh—and that’s really all I could ask for on a gloomy and rainy Saturday night. In the movie, a group of guys check into a rather rundown ski hotel and find that the hot tub on the back deck has transported them to the year 1986 when neon was still in style, the Talking Heads were “letting the days go by,” and the Russians were the “enemy.” Don’t worry, I haven’t spoiled any of the plot.

The movie got me thinking about time travel, a concept that I would think any true traveler would be intrigued by, and it got me thinking about where I would go if I had a hot tub time machine of my own. Would I go back to Renaissance Italy, and surround myself with art and wine? Would I go to the Mesozoic Era, and try to catch a safe glimpse of a real, live dinosaur? Or would I go to Cleopatra’s Egypt and surround myself with sacred cats?

Or maybe, like in the movie, I’d go back to a time during my own lifespan and try to change things—invest in Google and microchips before anyone knew they were going to get big, and turn myself into a multi-millionaire.

For now, my next trip is to Seattle in the year 2010, and I think I’ll just settle for a hotel hot tub that doesn’t transport me anywhere but a place of relaxation and well-being in an exciting, new (to me) city.

If you had a hot tub time machine, where would you go?