It's hard to believe it has been a decade since all that fuss over the dates programmed into computers made some think that society would collapse at Midnight. I never bought into that one...oh, I laid in a few token packages of toilet paper and bottled water, and we had enough canned goods just on general principles to live on for several months.
The two previous New Years we had spent with Addy, as Paul had passed away on December 30th of 1996. However, 1999 found her in the hospital, and she told us not to stay with her, but to go play. We had made no plans, so we picked up a bottle of champers and headed for the country. We drove until we found a spot of (relatively) high ground, from which we could see the lights of Round Rock and of several houses and farms, and waited to see if they would all go out.
We sat on the hood of Jim's old Custom Cruiser, drank champagne out of paper cups, and enjoyed the fireworks.
The computers didn't fail, the lights didn't go off, planes didn't fall out of the sky and Addy was fine at the hospital.
We started off into a decade of madness that we would never have believed on that calm New Year's Eve of 1999.