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#181

I think back to the December 31, 1999, and laugh at all the fools. People spent a lot of money to fly to New Zealand or Australia or something to be among the first to party in the new year. Big deal. So you party a few hours earlier. I went to the north pole, where all the time zones meet. I got to party twenty four times. So much for all the smarty pants folk in Australia, who weren't eaten by polar bears. I am so hardcore.