[2000] 15yrs old.
"Make me a coffee in the millenium mug, please darl!" my Dad would ask. The fifteen-year-old me knew how to make a terrible java, so to my delight, these requests were few. As the water boiled I looked at the supersized mug my parents had scored for $2 at Crazy Clarks. Pfft. Y2K was a total rip off.
I remembered, days before, driving to a raging New Year's Eve Party at a local Brisbane Lawn Bowls Club. When your Dad is a musician, New Years Parties are wherever he has a gig - usually somewhere with poker machines, cigarettes and beer. On the drive, Jennifer Lopez's "Waiting for Tonight" was on the radio.
When the calendars clicked over from 1999 to 2000 would the world come to a grinding halt? Would our cars and cash registers think it was 1900 all over again? Would our economy come crashing down with the glitch in our computerized matrixes?
No, no it would not. The only useful part about the Millenium Bug was the merchandise, not the least of which was my Dad's favorite mug - full of the disgusting brew that is Nescafe Blend 43.
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