Journal of a Cynic

A Very Robins Holiday

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Yesterday morning, I woke up and watched the millenium celebrations in Australia, Tokyo, Hong Kong, and Beijing. Throughout the afternoon, we checked in on Moscow, the Vatican City, Berlin, and Paris, and we caught London in the evening. During the Atlantic Ocean break between Reykjavik and Newfoundland, we were at Rob's house, watching American Pie and Drop Dead Gorgeous..

After the spectacles in Paris and London, the ball-dropping in New York was a little anti-climactic. I've never been a big fan of the dropping ball, anyway. This year they dressed it all up, made the ball from Waterford crystal, ooh. Big freaking deal. Miami: lots of fireworks over the South Beach. Oooh. Aahh.

Know what they did in Warner Robins, Georgia? The Warner Robins Ford dealership on Russell Parkway dropped a Ford Explorer. That's right, folks! They hoisted it up about fifty feet, lowered it back to the ground, and then raffled it off. At first, when they said they were "dropping" the Explorer, we thought, "Sweet! They're dropping an SUV! We've got to see this!" Then common sense set in. We stayed at Rob's and watched the Waterford Crystal ball drop.

Ever since I was a little kid, ever since Prince's song "1999," I've been all over the 1999 New Year's. Where will I be? How old will I be? Will I go out and do cool stuff in Paris or Times Square? Will I stay in with my pseudo-thirtysomething crowd of yuppie friends and party?

My big idea was to have a baby in the year 2000, so I'd always know my baby's age. Hmmm. Not going to happen.

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