Wonder how long I'll be writing 19 everywhere? I'd say probably this whole year. Or who knows, maybe we'll all get used to it like we get used to every new year, and come February it's all old hat.

I doubt it, though.

I wonder when 2000, that sounds so much like The Future, spaceships and flying cars and transporter beams and stuff, will sound as old as 1975?

And it's funny, in re the whole "this isn't the millennium thing", which I have been yelling about since last year "It's the wrong millennium!" I'd say, I have gone completely to the "nobody likes a math geek" side. Okay, so it's not the real millennium--who gives a fuck, it sure feels like it is!

So yesterday I had an early date and a late date, like a slutty high school cheerleader.

First was lunch with Melanie and her three little horrors, Katherine, Donald and Rebeccah. Sometimes I wish that I was able to see them more often, like I do the Callahan kids, as it's such fun when I do, though they were in quite a state of perpetual motion and undying excitement yesterday! Melanie said that they were showing off almost beyond recognition, and I said "Yeah, no kidding!"

We ate at Bob's Big Boy and the kids all had chamomile tea. I asked if they generally lived in the 1860's (Little House in Los Angeles County? Little House by the Ventura Freeway?) or what, and Melanie said that it was an effort to get them not to order coffee!

These kids today. I drank a coke, like a normal person!

Then I went and saw Rita and Simon, and finally gave out my last Christmas gift. Except for The Raccoon's, but I haven't actually received that one yet, so it doesn't count as sitting on the living room floor all wrapped up.

I gave her Dirty Girl soap and bubble bath, because Rita is a very very dirty girl indeed, and she gave me some homemade tortillas, playing cards, a really cute jam pot, and a real voodoo spellbook! Very cool. I'm looking forward to making great use of it.

We sat around and talked and I took a roll of pictures of their dog, as I took a roll of Melanie's kids. I guess we all know what everyone's getting for Christmas next year, don't we!

Then, because they have friends who actually invite them places on New Year's Eve, I left and used up my very last movie pass, because I gave four to Melanie so that she could take the kids to see Toy Story 2, so I hied myself to the Fairfax and saw Three Kings, which totally kicked ass.

Clooney is just aging better and better looking, and after getting broken of the habit of doing that looking up through his eyelashes bit by Steven Soderbergh during the shoot for Out of Sight, he's a much better actor. And the script and the style and the other actors (particularly Spike Jonze, who played a dumb guy without winking at the audience "I'm not really this dumb!") were all wonderful, and I am really glad that the last movie of the year (the century, the millennium, etc.) was so trif.

Then home again home again to watch millennial celebrations all over the world, culminating with the somewhat less impressive lighting up of the Hollywood sign here in my town--but that's only in retrospect, it was pretty cool at the time.

In the spirit of once-in-a-lifetime celebration Mom and I decided to open a bottle of champagne from the garage, and ended up opening five. Why? 'Cause they had all turned to vinegar! They had been in the garage for thirty years or so, and they had all died about twenty-eight years ago. Not the best omen, but it really was awfully funny! If you look in the recycling bin, it looks like we had a grand old time. We ended up each having a celebratory dish of bread pudding instead.

Then, as my first act of the new year, the new century, the new millennium, I stayed up until 3a and watched Blazing Saddles on A&E, marveling at the fact that they blanked out the word Shtupp in Lily Von Shtupp, so that her name was Lily Von Sh...

And that was my New Year's Eve! Next year maybe I'll kiss someone other than my mother at midnight.

I remember seeing a cartoon about five or six years ago that showed a guy in a clothing store looking at racks and racks of identical jumpsuits, turning to a saleslady, who was also in a jumpsuit, saying "What on earth is going on?" and underneath the panel it said " January 1, 2000".

So, everyone get in your jumpsuits--here we go!

Today's horoscope:
Happy New Year, Virgo! You are in line for some big changes and most of them are for the better. If you are involved in a serious relationship, put more trust in what your partner says. Your relationship will be that much stronger if you do.

One year ago today:
"Let's hope it's just as good as last year, except that I get laid!"

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