Where were you twenty years ago this evening?

In beautiful downtown Dallas!

I was in front of the computer in a couple of AOL chat rooms talking with a bunch of guys and speculating that Y2K was nonsense. I was in my newly-remodeled living room, blissfully unaware of the shitstorm that was only a few years away. Good times!

I think I was at a little house party with friends from college. I told my friend Alexis, who was drunk, “if you were a car, you’d be a Lexus!” and she doubled over laughing and then sprayed vomit everywhere and that may have been my last NYE party because being around people who are so drunk they get sick kind of depresses me.

Exactly where I am tonight, except I'm alone now. Wasn't everyone concerned about Y2K? And everyone was celebrating the end of the millennium, but it really did not end until Dec. 31, 2001, but hey!

My Mom was still alive. My Dad had died in 1997. My Mom passed away three years ago. Shit, I really miss them.

Don't like spending it alone anymore. It's not that I wish to paint the town red (it's Amateur Night after all!), but I want to share the rest of my life with a good man. I've got to get out more in 2020.

Thanks, OP, for the opportunity to reflect.

We were celebrating, of course! We are wonderful.

Wow, that is an awesome outfit the queen is wearing!

My face was inside your ass!

I remember it well. I was at loose ends, and two young female friends of mine were in the same boat, so I offered to take both of them out to celebrate. A good time was had by all, even though we had to hide in a broom closet at a bar for a short time to avoid meeting someone I didn't want to come face to face with that night. All in all, the evening bore a rather close resemblance to the movie "Adventures in Babysitting." We all managed to survive.

some warehouse club near Orlando (with a lake out back, which doesn’t narrow it down), rolling on ecstasy and nervously looking around at midnight hoping no asshole would come in and shoot up the place. my roommate kissed me on the cheek. meh.

On my couch, had the flu.

Uh, “for those of you 18 or older????”

Well my guess is that the 18 and 19 year olds didn’t even exist enough to be aborted.

My predecessor was announcing his resignation. And you can bet I was scheming about what I would do once in power.

I was 20. Probably out at a house party or the clubs in downtown Minneapolis. No doubt drinking my ass off.

I filled my bathtub with water because my friend told me to and then went out to the bars.

r11: Sorry, I meant "For those of you who were 18 or older [bold]at the time.[/bold]"

Fuck. You had to bring it up. Twenty years ago I was just starting to date this guy who would become my partner and eventual undoing. We each had commitments - he went to a swanky restaurant with friends, I went to a smart dinner party. We joined up at a friends house at midnight to ring in the New Year. Then we went back to my place and ripped off each other suits and made mad passionate love. It was dreamy, the stuff of romance novels and bad porn.

However.

We ended up together in a very volatile, expensive and psychologically damaging relationship (for both parties). So the lesson is.....

DON'T FUCK A GUY IN A SUIT ON NEW YEARS EVE.

I was at the shoe horn getting fisted

Malta celebrating all of the money we'd made from the 'Y2K bug' (COBOL Programmers)

None of us have ever needed to work since.

I was a baby so don't remember any of it. But I'm guessing I was surrounded by lots of drunk Scottish people and just wanted to sleep, not much has changed.

I was at the beach with a long-term boyfriend of mine. He was such an asshole to me over that holiday, I knew the relationship would soon be over. And I was right.

I was at home, on call at work in case any of the Y2K stuff went down.

(it didn't.)

In church. Playing a church service. It was a moment of silence at midnight I recall.

At home in Pittsburgh, probably sleeping. I'd been taking Elavil and it was pretty much guaranteed I'd be out by 10 pm. Or else on AOL. It's only 9:05 right now.

I was up in Hudson, NY at a killer bonfire with a bunch of first wave hipster types. We ate mushrooms, drank beer and danced...someone dragged out a massive speaker with a long extension cord and different people "DJd" from the back of this Honda CRV. Had an absolute blast.

I was 19 and with my mom in her apartment.

I’ve been everywhere - Times Square, dancing atop a dirty countertop in some seedy bar somewhere in the Midwest in timbuckfuckingtwo, in a few lover’s arms, on the road, home alone - every New Year’s Eve since but will be spending it with my mom at her house.

*lovers’

Six years old fast asleep I would imagine.

I took my Mom to a party given by my friend (who has moved away and is not friends with me now). Almost all gay men at the party. At midnight I gave my Mom a happy new year kiss. In 2013 she passed away, and I'm glad she is who I saw in the new millenium with.

Spending the night with a hot little leather queen with whom I was in love at the time. He lived at home with Mom and Dad, so I had to do the breakfast "walk of shame" on January first. Oh well, he's dead now, so who gives a shit?

R23 I was there too!

(not at your home, but in the same city!)

Columbus, Ohio across the street in my neighbor’s fabulous restored Victorian mansion that made my house look like a shack. The guy who is now my best friend and I were doing this dance around each other, trying to figure if we wanted to date. I visited him and his husband in Texas this month.

I know it’s 20 years ago, but it seems like 4 or 5 years in my head.

In a room with five other naked guys, getting high and sucking cock. Big cock. One after the other, playing together, switching off, taking another hit. Going for hours into that New Year. Still vaguely know the host thank to social media. No idea about the others. But that was some wild, hot and sloppy cock sucking.

At my older brothers house with about 20 people. Y2k was a huge thing,and at midnight we all were sort of wondering if anything would happen. It didnt. I had a massive hangover the next day.

I think I was having one of my favorite New Year’s Eves ever. I was newly single and spent the night with my elderly grandmother -we sat in twin recliners in her modest home, microwaved popcorn and ate M&Ms and drank sparkling wine. She rang a handful of bells outside her door at midnight. I had a great time. At the end of her life I asked her if she remembered -she said no, but I did & that was enough. I’ve had a lot of fun since, but that really remains my favorite

I was in very poor health and at the rock bottom of my life. Most of my friends had evaporated and I didn't have any invitations, so I spent NYE with my Mom, who didn't want to stay up. We played board games as we watched the new year arrive in various countries around the world. We were barely awake at midnight, but we made it!

Thankfully, my health is so much better now, which had not been predicted back then. That was a very bad time in my life and I will always be grateful for my mother humoring me that night so I wouldn't be alone. She's been dead for several years now.

R35 ❤️

This thread makes me grateful for the parental figures who want to be with us -I know no one asked to be born, but-

Chatting on IRC, waiting with the rest of the world for the end of life as we were just beginning to know it due to the Y2K bug.

I was at the Scientology New Year’s party. I had dinner at the Celebrity Center, then I went to the event on L. Ron Hubbard way. I was 18 and I got drunk on champagne. Isaac Hayes played.

Playing "Asshole" at a friend's house in Georgia.

R39 the worst New Year's Eve I can imagine

Started at a party, then off to Twilo at 6am for a 13 hour marathon, followed by 9 hours at Roxy and later that night off to Limelight. I feel like I aged 10 years just typing that.

At home because I was a dorky 17 year old. I remember watching The Jerry Springer special Y2 lovers and before I went to bed I saw the breaking news announcement about Putin taking over for Boris Yeltsin. Even then I had a bad feeling about him.

I was 11 years old. I was watching the MTV new years eve special with my siblings they did every year, with all of there TRL VJ's. I remember Christina Aguilera preforming that night, and everyone was talking about Y2K. Nothing happened, the year 2000 came in, and life kept moving forward as it always had.

Fun fact, Christina Aguilera preformed again tonight in Las Vegas, and she just reflected on the past 20 years of her life and career on cnn, talking to Anderson Cooper and Andy Cohen. She said she ready for the next 20 years to come. Somethings never change.

But what a time these past 20 years have been. Only 80 more years left in this century. Wonder what it will bring? Anyway, I hope everyone has a happy prosperity filled 2020, with great health and happiness to keep us all.

Sitting on the couch with the dog watching Dick Clark in Times Square.

I had called my parents earlier and said that if the grid went down that I'd eat the dog if things got really bad. That started a running family joke that has lasted 20 years.

I had some cheap champagne and brie and gave the dog some brie. He was very spoiled.

I ate my neighbors asshole

A guest at the Hyatt next to the cathedral in Melbourne forced (we weren't gonna get any sleep anyway) to join the Scots - with bagpiper - in the suite down the hall for their NYE party.

I was at the short-lived Tracks 2000 (formerly Paradise Garage) in Denver with some friends.

I was not celebrating the new millennium, however, as that didn't start until 2001.

I was 16 and spent that New Year’s Eve with my mom and brother. My mother played Prince’s 1999 so many times that night and we all danced to it every time. She also “prepared for y2k” and I remember it being a relief and a letdown when nothing happened!

R19 I think I've said this before on here, but I'm the youngest child of the youngest child of two very large families. My rough guess at 15 has to be wildly out as I remember going to 11 funerals in 2013 alone.

My Grandparents on both sides were born at the end of the 19th Century (before the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria). My Mother born in 1937 had 12 living brothers and sisters who survived childhood (out of 19 born) and my Dad born in 1936 had 10 (out of 14 born). I had over 80 first cousins at one point, I still have a surviving one who is 37 years older than me at 86.

I've admittedly been unlucky with friends, out of a class of 26 kids ten were dead before I was 35, mainly drugs, suicide etc. Plus a few of my adult friends have succumbed to drink in one way or another ( Cancer, Cirrhosis ).

I'm 50 now and there are not many of us left now, I ration my attendance at funerals to preserve my sanity.

Back to the thread theme anyhow, the 2010's were better than the 2000's for me, I went to way more funeral's in the 2000's.....

Sitting in my apartment in New York calling people in the Midwest and screaming that everything was going to hell. They were flipping out.

I was at a party in Malibu, at a house on the beach. (It was a crappy house, so don't go there in your head). The room was full of young up-and-coming Hollywood types. Some were just getting traction, some were working and recognizable, and some would go on to be HUGELY successful and powerful in Hollywood. There were writers, actors, young producers, filmmakers. It was electric and I was full of hope and ambition and excited for this next chapter in my life.

I thought everyone was so awesome and fun and interesting! Little did I know that within a year I would no longer be friends with anyone in this "friend group". These people were evil narcissistic users, grifters, liars, and hustlers. The shit talking that went on behind everyone's back, I had never experienced. Everyone was "friends" when standing face to face, and then trashed each other behind their backs. I didn't know who I could I trust, nor who I should be tight with. It was mentally exhausting. I was constantly confused, by certain individuals, who I would notice, would sabotage relationships within this large group of people. I knew I had to get out.

Everyone lived in and around me. We were the "Venice Crowd". After getting royally betrayed by the woman who introduced me to this group, I bolted. I packed up my apartment in Venice Beach and moved to Hollywood. I never heard from a single person from the group, once I disappeared, which tells you how authentic my friendships were. I look back and realize I wasted YEARS with that woman and her toxic "friend group".

I never was part of a group like that again, and regret that I prioritized that toxic group over true friendships, which I lost from my own neglect. I really ruined my life and still suffer the consequences. I wish I could back and have a "do over".

Hindsight is 20/20, gaylings. Cherish your friends and don't be blinded by your own ambition.

I was probably on DL (either making a wisecrack or making a fool out of myself) - considering I first came here around 1998.

Chattanooga, having just withdrawn my hundreds in savings because ATMs would not work tomorrow.

Amazed that I had made it to 2020 after the plague of the 80s and 90s. If you said I would still be alive in 2020, I would have been shocked. Glad I got to see Obama and gay marriage. Hoping I get to see one more good President.

I was starting an amazing part of my life. I had just gone to Leonardo DiCaprio’s birthday party at a mansion in Silverlake that had been there since the 1920s and all of a sudden my business was just booming and I started going to Hawaii every month it was a great time starting and it lasted for about seven years