Hope you have a streamer-throwin', noise-maker-blowin', sparkling-juice-drinkin', ball-drop-watchin', junk-food-bingin' New Year.
We are planning a fun night of playing Wii and celebrating my brother's birthday. By the way, how unfair is it that he ALWAYS gets his birthday off work? ;)
As I plan on partying like it's 1999, I remembered New Years 1999/2000. I was 18, a senior in high school. There was that whole stupid Y2K thing about our computers gaining artificial intelligence and deleting our very existence on the planet and the fact that since Prince sang about it being the end of the world, we thought it actually might be.
My friends and I were downtown watching our little ball drop here and sneaking into hotels and parties for a better view. We were on the west side of the river get ready to ring in the New Year when we realized that something catastrophic just might happen. The whole town could possible lose power or the world could open up and millions of zombies might lumber out of the burning lava fissure which used to be the Snake River. We didn't know! We decided the best place to be was at the temple, which was on the east side of the river.
With something like 7 minutes left of 1999 (good things Zombies don't arrive early or this story might have a different ending) we took off in the freezing, icy weather and ran two miles around the river to get to the temple grounds. It was like a movie. Running, tripping and stumbling on the ice. The glowing New Year's ball in the background as a visual representation of our time slowly slipping away. We had to get to the temple or all would be lost!!!
We barely made it before the ball dropped and fireworks started exploding in the sky. And I still maintain that we saved the world that night by racing the clock. The fact that you're reading this blog and not Zombie kibble is proof enough for me.