About ten years ago, at the end of the calendar year 1999, I got into bed around at my dad's house in Madison, WI at a little past 9pm, thinking I was going to just take a quick nap before going back downstairs for the big y2k roll-over.
I slept through it, of course. And woke up a half-hour later to wander down and find the world hadn't exploded.
I just reenacted the event last night for the sake of tradition. Well, it was more like 10:30 when I went to sleep, and had no illusions that it was just a nap, and was woken up just at midnight by the neighbors cheering, but it felt right somehow anyway.
I slept through it, of course. And woke up a half-hour later to wander down and find the world hadn't exploded.
I just reenacted the event last night for the sake of tradition. Well, it was more like 10:30 when I went to sleep, and had no illusions that it was just a nap, and was woken up just at midnight by the neighbors cheering, but it felt right somehow anyway.