Who here partied like it's 1999 in 1999?
I didn't
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Who here partied like it's 1999 in 1999?
I didn't
Lets see... in 1999, I think I was about 11. So chances are, no, I didn't party like it was 1999 in 1999.
I'm too much of a stiff to party.
When I "partied in '99" I played lots of playstation with this kid I didn't know on a game I didn't like. Then I went into a room that was filled with smoke to find my mum and got REALLY dizzy but felt good. When I found my mum I had to learn how to shake hands with lots of gay people (they were actually junkies, but I thought they were gay people). Then I had to go to bed before it was '00 and I had to sleep on this bed with like 20 poor kids I didn't know, most of them kept spewing up and coughing.
YEAH.
I'm pretty sure I was either at a large party in Auckland or else in a small party in Masterton. I can't remember if it was 2000 that I started celebrating NY's in Masterton or not. Either way, yeah, I was at some kind of party type thing.
What I do know is that I was the first ever person to brush their teeth in the new millenium. Seriously. I was brushing my teeth the moment the clock ticked over in NZ (the first timezone). Nobody else has made a similar claim that I know of (in which case I'd still be tied for first to do so), so right now I'm THAT guy that brushed his teeth before anyone else in the new millenium. And nobody can take that away from me!
Music wasn't invented in 1999
If I ever hear you tell that story with pride again, I'm going to destroy your face.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ugmo Lou
:love:
You are also the last person to have brushed their teeth before the millenium... Ugmo... Lou :confused:. Thats two in one, a double whammy. Your a regular brushing their teeth before, durring, and after the turn of the millenium master.
I've never partied like it was 1999. I partied like it was 999.
I partied like a grandma with no teeth!
more then likely i did something fun
i was 14 soooooo it was possilbly me whining about something
I party like it's 1699, because I've been spending most my life living in an Amish Paradise.
Raistlin parties like it's 1699Quote:
Originally Posted by Rye
I was about 9... I think I slept most of the time.
I wasn't very much of a party animal.
Yeeeeap :(Quote:
Originally Posted by Polyonymous
I had been 17 for a whole day. Yeah, I partied pretty hard that day. Good memories :)
Technically though, it doesn't matter what timezone you did it in as it all happened at the same time in the time space contin...thingy.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ugmo Lou
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Originally Posted by Psychotic
I was probably asleep.
[q="old manus"]
Raistlin parties like it's 1699[/q]
That's cause he's still reminiscing about the year he joined EoFF.
In 1999 I was 12 years old, and most definetly didn't party.
I was 19 in 1999. I was at a party at my friend Nick's house. There were about 40ish people at that party, and there was alcohol everywhere, these people weren't joking around with the BYOB. This was one of the first times I had ever gotten drunk, I didn't really start drinking until I was 21. I had a lot of fun at this party. I played bartender for a little while, injested very large quantities of alcohol, and dance quite a bit. Then at midnight we all toasted with a glass of champagne. The only bad thing was that I had no one to kiss at midnight....oh well, I was drunk, I didn't care.
maybe? *bad memory*
Owned. xDQuote:
Originally Posted by bennator
I was 9 in 1999.
Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......
I was too busy watching Spongebob. :(
I was 5 or 6 in 1999...I didn't party like it was 1999, though.
LET'S PARTY LIKE IT'S 1856!!!!!!!!!:p
Whoa, that's the story of my life. Even now. I'm not a party girl. I'm a Spongebob girl. xDQuote:
Originally Posted by GooeyToast
Sleeping is probably the story of my life. That and sewing.
Ouch.
Lucky. Spongebob hadn't even washed up on our shores in 1999
You are the lucky one.
Hey at least you have funny cartoons in america. Our ones suck
Let me assure you, there is only a select few.
All the others are retarted and/or designed for children.
Well they have got to be better than Footrot Flats (sorry all you patriotic Kiwi's I just can't stand that stupid dog)
I'd like to describe a harrowing encounter I had when I was 11-year old in the winter of 1999...
Well one day, late in 1999, me and my gang of 11-year old punks were hanging around outside the local video store, just minding our own business when all of a sudden,my friend claimed to have spotted who else but Prince, or the artist formerly known as Prince working behind the counter.Well, we proceeded to call his name trying to attract his attention and lavish him with praise when suddenly, he just snapped into a violent rage,vaulting over the counter and throwing down his purple bandana, marching right over to scream in our faces " That's it ! Dammit, I'm going to sue you and your hillbilly parents for every penny you have, you snot-nosed little bitches ! " Then he grabbed me roughly by the throat and threw me down on the floor, beating his chest like an enraged gorilla all the while ranting on about how this was his video store and how we " common brats" were mere mortals unlike him,for he was Jesus Christ and we were to die for him if he commanded it.Within dhours the incident was plastered all over the local tabloids, " Pop superstar assaults 11-year old boy in video store " and later, Prince was quoted as saying " I hope that smug-faced little bastard cried to his momma after I beat his ass HAHAHA ".Determined to get revenge, me, my Dad and my older brother gathered a mob of townspeople and laid siege to Prince's house with torches and pitchforks until he tried to escape in his crappy Soviet built purple helicopter which became entangled in a powerline and exploded , Prince incinerated in a fireball.Then we celebrated New Year's eve in Prince's house, with much merriment and laughter as the tale of the arrogant pop superstar/thug entered the annals of local history for generations to come.
Ah, the memories...
I wanted to go to a party at a friend's house but my mother dragged me along for a weekend trip to stay with her cousin in Vegas. I played Golden Eye most of the night, then we stared at The Strip from afar during th countdown, and flipped from radio station to radio station to see how many were playing that stupid song. At like 2am my mom took me down to The Strip to try and make it up to me that I was so bored, but Vegas just isn't fun when you're 15.
So, no, I didn't party much. I was pretty bored.
I actually did go to a party in 1999.
It was '50's themed.
In 1999 I was watching the Buried Alive movies while a baby puked on my dad's floor. Good times, gooood times...
In 1999 I went to this New Year's Eve party in the middle of nowhere. It was a house in the contry heated with a small stove and we spent all the time freezing and choking with the smoke that came from it.
I fell asleep at a quarter to midnight and I woke up at 00.05. I'm pretty proud of that actually, because I was really sick of all those people saying "It's the end of the millennium! Let's party like mad!"
And the next day, I woke up to Pearl Jam. Now THAT was good!
Party? Of course not!
I decorated a Brown Paper Bag and popped it! But I popped it 1 minute early.
Seeing as I didn't get a Playstation until that August of that year, I didn't get to do much partying until like...late, that year. But then again, I was a sophomore in that joint call "High School" where the fun never end. So...you can make that call as to my partying in 1999 or not. ;)
Shaz's mum kept giving me champagne, which I kept tipping over the deck when she wasn't looking. Also I stole mallowpuffs. MALLOWPUFFS. [not an eoff layout by Amanda]
Everything I wanted to say (especially the Raistlin bit - damn you! :p)Quote:
Originally Posted by bennator
Also, I'm one of those jerks who is compelled to point out after posts like BoB's that this thread is about 1999, not the millenium :p.
It was boring. I was waiting for the millennium bug and it didn't happen. :(
Mine was awful... my jackass ex talked me into going to a party at his brothers that he swore would be awesome....There were five of us and I spent the whole night on the couch watching them drink beer and play Quake (Dumbass wouldn't let me play)...then, when we eventually left, we got in a fight because he was too drunk to drive but swore he could drive. He ended up leaving me at his brothers while he drove home and subsequently got a DUI. Everyone else had already passed out, so I walked home.
So it sucked every which way from Sunday..... :)