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It's the end of the world as we know it
So with much fanfare, fireworks and music, we announced the arrival of The
Year Two Thousand and depite the hype for the Year Two Thousand Bug, nothing
much of not actually happened, which is a good thing.
The party was hosted by my friend Teen and her boyfriend outside their home
in lovely Parkland, FL. They dig a pit for the bonfire and by the time I had
arrived at 9 pm, it was pretty thick with coals already. By the time my
friend Shane [1] and I put the fire out, the coals were hot enough to melt
glass.
The actual fanfare consisted of a lot of fireworks being set off by various
party members. All of the fireworks consisted of variations on Roman Candles—
none of the fireworks we had were capable of being fired up in the air—but we
did have enough going that a large cloud of smoke was drifting its way lazily
across the field and the nearby horses (the party was held near a stable)
were all spooked and one broke out of its stable.
The fact that I still had a house, with power, was a plus.
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