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2000 - A Summary
Because you want to know what I got up to in the infamous year that is 2000, because I know you do, I'm going to summarize the last year, into a small list that you can read within 30 minutes, because no one wants to read on the net for more than 10 minutes anyway, but there's no way it will be even 15 minutes long, but I suppose I can be ambitious.
The year 2000 wasn't anywhere near as exciting as I had hoped it would have been back in the golden days when I was a child still in an age of single digits.
Ohh! The year 2000, where I'll be old and mature and I'll know lots of stuff and things will all be silver and they'll be lots of robots and I'll be old, and I won't have to do anything for myself, because of, you know, robots, and most importantly, I'll be old and wise.
Well, now it's the year 2001, and I'm almost getting old, I'm almost mature, and I know a little bit of stuff, and I don't know any robots, and I'm not that wise. Well, I'm a little bit wise, and I'm a little bit mature, but nowhere near as wise and mature as I thought I would have been. Nowhere near. I'm also not as smart as I thought I'd be. But that's only because I was once a stupid teenage girl, one that was smart, and one that is now not as smart as before. I have only myself to blame, and only myself can help myself. And I am, due to a particularly smart New Year's resolution that I made, even though I don't make New Year's resolutions, but this year I did.
So, where are those robots anyway? I was really looking forward to living in a Jetsons' world, but no, I have been deprived of what I think is a right, a right to live in the Jetsons' world with robots and vacuum tubes and more importantly, lots of robots.
I went to school with a boy who thought he was a robot. I never thought I was a robot. This boy was not Andy Pressman, because I didn't go to school with Andy Pressman, but he's another boy who thinks he's a robot.
So, the year 2000, for me, started off in the town of Napier, Hawkes Bay, New Zealand, January 1, 2000, one second past midnight. I had gone to the Bay with my then-boyfriend, Trevor, to attend a New Years party aptly titled "2000AD : The Event". It featured New Zealand bands and DJs, with an outdoor sound stage on the beach and an indoor dance marquee with what seemed like a million speakers pulsing beats through my body. The year 2000 started with backstage passes, where I was given free alcohol, got to wear a backstage pass around my neck and young girls told me I was cool in the toilets and how they wished they had a backstage pass, where I got to stare at New Zealand music celebrities and wish I had the courage to talk to them, but I knew that if I did, I'd only say something silly and I'd sound like a retarded groupie, because I was watching the table of Shihad thinking to myself how great they were, and they are, in fact, I think they are one of the very best bands to ever come out of the tiny country that I live in, that country is New Zealand. My backstage pass allowed me to watch Jordan Luck from The Exponents fall asleep in a drunken stupor at a table. My backstage pass allowed me to ask Christian Cullen from the All Blacks if there was anyone in the port-a-loo, and wonder why the hell he was backstage because DJs don't like arrogant rugby players, and he certainly didn't have a backstage pass. We watched the first sunrise of the millennium (or the millennium minus a year, depending on how pedantic you are) over the bay, and it was one of the most beautiful dawns I've ever witnessed.
In the middle of January, I went to the Big Day Out, a festival of music starting in the morning and ending at night. I saw Shihad out-play all of the bands there, although NIN, Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Chemical Brothers were also very good. I got very hot and felt a bit ill and my friend got taken to hospital because someone stamped on her leg, and we had a car accident and I hit my head, but it was all round, a good day.
At the end of January, I had a small gathering around for my birthday. It was a rather civilized affair, with sushi, and pita bread with dip, and cheese, and wine, and jugs of water with blueberries, and vodka, and friends.
In February, my flatmate Calum moved out and we got a new flatmate Natalie. Natalie proved to be good value, and we became very good friends. It's always amusing to meet a flatmate in the paper and for it turn out that you get on extremely well.
The months February through June flew by pretty uneventfully, I worked long hours and weekends, and my social life was sacrificed because of this.
In August, I started talking to Ben Brown. My work also flew me to Melbourne for the weekend, and I had a great time.
September and October became the months of long hours on the internet and extreme usage of my computer. Ben and I became very close friends and I decided to save up to go visit him, also some other people I'd started chatting to, namely, Dakota Smith, Jay and Andy Pressman. While I was in America, I also met Abi Cohen who is a lovely young girl, but I missed out on seeing Maura, I can't remember why. Ben and I hit it off like a house on fire, and he planned his visit to New Zealand. We also got engaged, which is pretty crazy, I love him, and he loves me, how could he not, so everything is good, and we are happy, and that's all that matters.
With December came Christmas and New Years. This New Years was passed walking along a street in Wellington with my friend Mischa, where he looked at his watch and turned to me and said, "Happy New Year, Ani." Sure, lots of other things happened, but my memory isn't very good. But I'm working on that, because 2001 is the year of lucidity for Ani Moller. |