...and where were you on the eve of Dec 31st, 1999?
When the world was going nuts with the paranoia of Y2K, and giddy with 'New Millennium' stuff and how significant that specific night was to be (and of course pedantic about it not being the real millennium and no 0th year and all that).
I was with my best friends, at a wonderful, memorable party (which had 17 guys and 1 girl. No, it was not that kind of party - she was a dear friend. And remarkably well adjusted, which came in very handy during hugging time at 12.01). We guys did what guys do - drank a lot, made a lot of noise (oh God, I seem to remember a lot of Whigfield - oh the horror!) and emotional promises (I think there was Floyd involved), we lost a few brave comrades around 2 am (to gastrointestinal incompatibilities with excess alcohol), and the rest of us soldiered on till daylight, with the help of an especially extended showing of Titanic.
Morning broke beautifully for the two of us who were lucky enough to have girlfriends at the time (the ladies joined us around 7 am). We went for a ride. Life just could not have been better.
Weird how often years that start out wonderfully end so badly. And everything changes. And you wonder about the inevitability of it all.
But irreversibility? Really? Doth not Time heal all?
^
When the world was going nuts with the paranoia of Y2K, and giddy with 'New Millennium' stuff and how significant that specific night was to be (and of course pedantic about it not being the real millennium and no 0th year and all that).
I was with my best friends, at a wonderful, memorable party (which had 17 guys and 1 girl. No, it was not that kind of party - she was a dear friend. And remarkably well adjusted, which came in very handy during hugging time at 12.01). We guys did what guys do - drank a lot, made a lot of noise (oh God, I seem to remember a lot of Whigfield - oh the horror!) and emotional promises (I think there was Floyd involved), we lost a few brave comrades around 2 am (to gastrointestinal incompatibilities with excess alcohol), and the rest of us soldiered on till daylight, with the help of an especially extended showing of Titanic.
Morning broke beautifully for the two of us who were lucky enough to have girlfriends at the time (the ladies joined us around 7 am). We went for a ride. Life just could not have been better.
Weird how often years that start out wonderfully end so badly. And everything changes. And you wonder about the inevitability of it all.
But irreversibility? Really? Doth not Time heal all?
^