31st December, 1999 - 1st January, 2000

Time for the new millenium. It's the party of a lifetime. It's the one moment of your life that your kids are going to ask you about. In the months leading up to the night of nights I had no idea of what I was going to do, or where I wanted to be... I just knew it was going to be HUGE!

Okay... so it wasn't quite so huge. A total of four people were there at Braden's place for an impromtu get-together. Somewhere along the lines of "SHIT! We need to have a party, and NOW!". There was me, Braden, Gracie and Kayelene all there enjoying some drinks, vids, more drinks and a touch of insanity. As they say, a picture says a thousand words, so I guess I'll just let the photos taken on the night tell the story.

	Here we are at the start of the night. Kayelene had not yet shown up at this time. She was a bit of a late entry with, herself, leaving it a bit too late to plan anything interesting.
	Grog, grog and more grog was the order of the night. The girlies had the Stollies while us men sipped the nectar of the gods.
	Here's Kayelene attempting to open a bottle of some sort. I thought it was interesting at the time, but by this time of the night, I also thought that running naked through the streets shouting "Catch me! I'm a butterfly!" would be interesting.
	As you can see, shortly after midnight. I just had to take a photo of my watch to show that it was still working and the dreaded Y2K bug hadn't destroyed the planet. The only noticable effect Y2K had on us was that when we tried to ring Fletch to say Happy New Year on the mobile phone, it didn't work. We later found out that the only reason it didn't work was because the MobileNet exchange was overrun with people checking if the phones still worked.
	Here I am going "HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEEEAAAR!" at the top of my lungs at passing motorists. After the clock struck 12, we went for a walk around the neighbourhood. We saw a guy down the road trying to set off some fireworks in the middle of the street, which is not only illegal, but also quite dangerous. One flew off into some poor guy's carport, bouncing off his car a couple of times. One bounced of the same poor guys roof before popping. Another zipped a few meters from my legs, landing into a garden bed on the other side of the road. It didn't stop us from hanging around until he had run out though.
	Braden poses for a mid-air-action-swing-around-a-pole-type shot. We then headed back to Braden's place, where Braden remebered that he had a special activity planned to bring inthe new millenium...
	ROTTEN EGGS! Yeah, thats what I'm talkin' bout, baby! Braden had 18 or so eggs that had been sitting in his fridge for the last 8 months or so and it was time for them to meet their maker...
	Another egg empties its putrid contents onto the tarmac. We just piffed those suckers as far as we could. There was no real smell coming from them, thank God...
	Alcohol and eggs. A recipe for fun!
	The obligitory "Happy New Year!" photo of everyone. Ooh! Shit! I forgot that I had bought a bottle of cheap champers to pop open at midnight. Oh well... better late than never.
	Shake shake shake... shake shake shake... shake the bottle... shake the boooottle!
	This photo is just way-funny on so many levels... And so the evening drew to a close. We all felt like doing something else... maybe going somewhere, but we were just too tired.
	Poor Braden didn't pull up too good the next morning.