I guess I should say something about the passing of the year 1999 by the old calendar. Not being of an alarmist or irrational stance, I find it difficult to believe that the world will end in a year. In fact, I think that anything more than minor disruption due to human idiocy and a handful of computer systems unable to negotiate the switch.
The whole Y2K thing gets put in my "False Alarm" file, along with Global Warming, the Ozone Hole, and the Good Politician fiction that arises at every single election. I can't help but notice the irony that those people who pump up the catastrophic damage the year 2000 will cause are the same people who stand to profit from it. Ironic, and yet so many seem oblivious to it.
Then you have the lunatic fringe that claims that Jesus will come or the world will end or some old crap like that. WhatEVER.
I passed the obsolete holiday with a bunch old old college chums. We laughed, we drank, we played Trivial Pursuit Genus IV. It was pretty cool, but I'd have ditched it in a second for the chance to score with a hot chick.
Actually, I guess that's not really true. This may well be the last time I'll see these people (in some cases, I'm thankful for that), so I figure for old time's sake I'd hang out with them for one more night. After all, I've known some of these people for close to seven years.
The highlight of the evening was when I got some new dirt on my ex-girlfriend-turned-evil-backstabbing-'ho. It SEEMS that she finally threw out that high school dropout petty criminal druggie violent townie she ditched ME for, reportedly because he was stealing money form her. HA HA HA HA HA!!
But I'm not bitter.
It's not that I enjoy watching her life plunge into the shitter, but I do get a perverse satisfaction at seeing those who have crossed me do less than well in life. If there wasn't a little kid involved, I'd take much more glee in her downfall and spiral into mediocrity. Yep, she had a good brain and really could have been something. Too bad.
And THEN I found out that one of her friends, one I always thought was pretty hot and sorta wanted to do, had just gotten engaged to a 45 year old karate intructor. God.
Any chicks out there may feel free to try to defend the irrationality of their gender (as long as you don't ask me to explain my gender).