Utter chaos.
Toast to 2000!!!
BOY! HEAD! MOVE!!!
Camera is out of control.
We watch coverage until 3 am and then pop in Austin Powers II. I
basically pass out at this point and don't wake up until noon the next
day, but apparently I slept through quite a lot- including Andrei's
frickin' foot in my pretty face. Actually Andrei was asleep to and his
foot wandered to its present position. However some people still
awake thought this was amusing, I don't know why.
Next night I take a picture out of the window to show the view these
guys have from the fourth floor. Instead I get reflections including
the reflection of Eric (30th floor dude and Boeing fanatic) on the
left side.