We're going to party like it's 2000... .:. grubbykid.com

We're going to party like it's 2000...

Well, the new millennium is upon us. New Year's Eve is traditionally the day we humans review our life, count our blunders and move on. Everyone does it. Time magazine has its' Person of the Year issue. Countless television shows have their "Top Ten", "Top 100", and "Top [add huge number here]". Everyone makes lists. Hell, just 7 days ago we were obsessed with a fat man who breaks into people's houses, and who was on his list. Well I don't have a list, maybe I will. I don't know. But here are my top memories of last year. They just happen to end at ten, but I think these are the most outstanding events of my past year.

Cincinnati, OH
01 January 2000 through 06 July 2000

I lived by myself for 6 months. It was great and terrible at the same time. I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted, but no one to share it with. I could play guitar at 3:00 AM if I wanted to. But there was no one to talk to.

I learned much about myself then, and I am thankful for that time.

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Cincinnati, OH
27 March 2000 through 18 June 2000

I rearranged my schedule so I could co-op in London, England [see below]. So I double sectioned at UC. I learned the values of friendship and whom you can trust. I made new friends and made old ones stronger. Thank you Mike and Chuck for a great quarter I hope to see both of you soon.

Too bad we haven't seen each other for 12 months.

I'll buy both of you the first drink next quarter.

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Cincinnati, OH
02 April 2000

My CD player and all but 10 of my CD's were stolen from studio. Thank you. Music is as much of my life as architecture or family. And you stole my memories, my enjoyment and the safe feeling I had at studio.

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Europe [varying countries]
18 June 2000 through 06 July 2000

My mother my brother and myself went to Europe for 23 days. We had fun. It was a whirlwind event. Some places we missed, and some places we stayed too long, but it was a great time.

Hey, when you can say that you went to the first AND second largest beer gardens in the world, the trip was worth it.

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San Francisco, CA
06 July 2000 through 13 December 2000

I somehow ended up in San Francisco working for a small architecture firm. I was going to work in London, England, but our Co-op office is inefficient and has their heads up their asses, so I came to San Francisco. I lived with three other people in the slums of San Francisco paying $597.50 a month for the pleasure of living across the street from a Methadone Clinic and a homeless shelter. I still am trying to figure out weather or not this experience was good or bad. I learned a lot about myself and who I am. I also learned what I wanted and didn't want my life to be and what kind of professional I wanted to become.

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Yosemite National Park, CA
18 September 2000 through 22 September 2000

Yosemite is proof, if you need it, that there is a higher form of consciousness. Call it God, Allah, Buddha, Gaia [add your own name] whatever. It was a week I would never forget.

And I will never forget the two Israeli women I met. And that time up in Tuolumne Meadows. Who else can claim the 10,000+ Club? Hmmm...Hmmm...?

Or the Irish girls I met.

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San Francisco, CA
13 December 2000

I was able to go to my office Christmas Party with one of the most beautiful women I have met. Inside and out she is someone who is caring and fun, and smart.

It was a great night.

Up until the end when we parted, and I was going to ask her out. Well, I blew it. I don't know. It was like if I ask, the fairy tale I had in my mind would have been broken. It is childish and juvenile, but that is how it went down.

Score 1 for cowardice.

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San Francisco, CA
11 November 2000

I met a woman at my work. She was an artist. We were both interested. We had lunch out together a couple of times. All the signs were there. I even went to her art show, and we hit it off. Then I asked her out for drinks and that is when it got weird. I met her at an Irish Bar in the Haight, and in the course of three hours she said about three sentences to me. The best line was at the end of the evening when she said, "Randy, you know this wasn't a date." Thanks. I didn't need to get all excited and then find out, at the end of the night, that "this isn't a date."

Thanks.

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Columbus, OH
19 December 2000

I went with my father to the doctors so I could support him when he had a MRI. He is in pain now, and takes a lot of medication. His C-6 [I think] vertebrae is bushing into his spinal column, temporarily paralyzing his extremities. He is going though therapy to fix it, but surgery seams inevitable.

I hope he continues to go to the psychiatrist. Stops smoking. Stops being dependant on all of his medications. And goes to AA. My dad is sick, and I am not there to help him.

And I am not strong enough to tell this to his face.

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Cincinnati, OH
25 December 2000

Over the break, I had just moved into a house with four other people. I knew them by association only. One of my good friends lived there and I was sub-letting it for this quarter. My apartment was broken into over the Christmas break. Not a fun situation on whomever you live with. Everyone's room was tossed and two VCR's were stolen, jewelry, money, my scanner, and my Virgin WebPlayer that I was in the process of hacking. The thief probably thought it was a laptop and took it. Too bad it doesn't work yet, and the ass hole probably just threw it away.

But that wasn't the funny part. I live on the top floor of a Triple-decker in the Cincinnati area. It appears that in this house the third floor was used by and for the servants. There is a living room and a bedroom, the bedroom being what I live in and the "living room" is being used by one of my roommates'. There are plumbing connections, its' own fireplace and a lockable door. So I walk upstairs and what do my wandering eyes see, but a strap on double dildo, and four other dildos' of various shapes and materials. Wow. I just came back from San Francisco, so that isn't all that shocking to me anymore. It was just so not what I was expecting.

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Happy New Year's

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