Ah, the eighties… greed, curling irons, tight jeans, hour upon hour of video games. Greed has since made its comeback (though it was promptly excised by the little market, um, correction). But leg warmers are hot again , and we spotted a curling iron in the bathroom of a glam starlet last week.

As for those video games, we’ve moved way beyond Asteroids and Tetris . (Though Ms. Pac-Man still has more style in her jawbone than any of us could ever hope for.) And as amusing as Solitaire may be there is something inherently depressing about a game whose title drives home the fact that once again, yup, you are alone.

So it was just the other night, sipping mojitos at Isla , a group of three huddled at the bar, that the confessions started. Oh, the sheer joy of marbles. Yes, Marbles. Not the literal schoolyard version, but the digital kind. Think Tetris meets Minesweeper without the threat of explosion … and may we say, much prettier? (And requiring far less aerobic exercise than hopscotch.) These deliciously bright orbs, have become a city obsession. We still say a little procrastination is good for the soul, so go to netives.com and heal thyself. You’ll love us and hate us for it.

Just remember, moderation goes a long way, baby.