I lived in the moment, and I didn't miss a thing.
When Joey and I checked into our hotel room and learned we were on the 48th floor of the new resort on the boardwalk, I couldn't wait to watch the sunset over the ocean. I didn't need to take a picture or let anyone else know there was #nofilter. We listened to Queen's full 20-minute 1985 performance at Live Aid, and not just because of the recent release of Bohemian Rhapsody, but because Joey loves to watch Freddie Mercury on stage during that concert in particular. I heard every word, and not one was ruined by a surprise text from a friend or a weekend email about a news story we might need to cover on the site.
We ran through the cold to the casino next door, and I didn't have to reach down to check if my phone was in my bag or stop to scroll through Twitter. I just watched Joey running ahead of me on the boardwalk and made a mental note to talk to him later about his high school football career, because it's something he loves reminiscing about and it's not like we'd be busy. I didn't have a phone to distract me.