Remember all the hoopla surrounding the turn of the millennium? Apart from finally being officially entitled to Party Like It’s 1999, everyone speculated on the millennium error in computers and what we would all do while we sat in the dark waiting for the lights to come back on.
There was also a rush of people wishing they could be the first to do something — ANYTHING — after the year 2000 rolled in. There were midnight weddings. Women were excited to be giving birth on December 31, thinking their babies might be in the running for a year’s supply of diapers or a college scholarship.
I am not proud to say that my husband was amongst those who rushed to be the first to do something. However, everything good was already taken. So on the morning of January 1, 2000, he walked to the kitchen of our first apartment, in Worcester, Massachusetts, and made history.
He was the first person in the New Millennium — to our knowledge — to put a jar of Spanish olives upside-down on a bottle of Ruby Red Grapefruit juice. Why was the press not notified?
See, the trick to being a history maker is to pick something so unimportant and random that no one else even wants to do it.
This past New Year’s Day we reenacted it as we rolled from one decade to another. It was a heartwarming moment.