Going downtown (Chicago) for the midnight fireworks and whatever public (read, “free”) celebrations the city is putting on in Grant Park or Navy Pier. And, just to totally defy the Y2K gods, I’m taking the subway. Hey, CTA’s charging a penny fare from 8PM on the 31st to 6am on the 1st – you’d have to be stark raving bonkers to drive on New Year’s Eve (drunks, not Y2K).
I’ve never gone out for New Year’s Eve before, but I figure:
- This is going to be the biggest New Year’s in my lifetime, and I don’t want to have to confess in my later years when asked “What did you do for the start of the Millennium?” that I stayed home and watched Dick Clark on TV.
- This may sound a bit sappy, but I want to be out to defy the Y2K alarmists, especially the wackos who rub their hands together in glee at the prospect of the collapse of civilization. And watching the fireworks downtown is a cheaper, more entertaining, and more visible means of demonstrating my confidence than being up in an airplane at midnight!