It's May's Party and I'll cry if I want to

New year's day is, as a rule, the most disappointing day of the year. Everybody's making a big fuss about it, going out partying and making resolutions and all pretending or hoping that somehow things are really going to change, and then 12:00 comes, followed by the new day that turns out to be just like all the days before it and nothing's different except the number on the calendars and everybody keeps waiting for next year. On that note, the first of January 2000 is going to be the most disappointing day in history, you mark my words. Not only are the expectations of stuff to be different going to be - already are, actually - bigger than ever, people are also going to be disappointed after they discover that, contrary to predictions, the Y2K bug hasn't put an end to civilization as we know it, and Jesus hasn't dropped by (He had no reason to, since the first of January 2000 would mean absolutely nothing to him as he was born sometime in spring of the year 7).

To top it all, 1999 is such an underrated year. Nobody notices it at all. Everybody's thinking of it just as "The year before 2000". It's like everybody's defining you by whose brother are you. even the papers with their annual summing up of the year ("IT WAS A SHITTY YEAR AND IT'S GOING TO GET WORSE!") pretty much skipped summing up 1998 and skipped straight to summing up the decade, the century, the millennium and human history. If I was 1999, I'd be profoundly hurt. I'd even consider doing something extreme, such as ending civilization as we know it just to make everyone notice I exist. That would show them.

We, to be honest, had plans for Sylvester, but I wasn't excited about it. From past experience, Sylvester nights out has always been a race against time, with the hopes of miraculously having someone to kiss becoming more and more fantastical as midnight approaches. Besides, it was depressingly raining, both me and May were tired and had no mood to drive all the way to the City, and all the hang-out places would be packed like an MP3 file anyway. So we decided to pass on the idea of going out to party and instead celebrated the new year by staying home, watching Ally McBeal and eating microwave popcorn. We had a really good time.



 
 Then the TV ran out of entertainment and switched to Politics, and, surprisingly, so did we. Since we both can't stand politics, we had never, as far as I can remember, discussed it. But recent events were too amusing to pass on. Particularily, the item about Mrs. Pearl Dumbass running for government was especially hilarious. Mrs Pearl Dumbass, a well-known businesswoman and dumb blonde, had openly admitted (or perhaps "declared" is a better word. She didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with that) that her party consisted of herself, her husband, her gardener, her maid, her brother, her babysitter and a few other individuals she happened to run into that day on the street. After we finished laughing May said that, all things considered, Mrs. Dumbass would make a better Prime Minister than the current one. I said none of the options look very attractive to me. On the spot, May declared herself a candidate for prime minister and came up with a slogan: "You've had enough? vote May!" (It sounds better in Hebrew).


 
 We spent the rest of the night construction our party and our Platform. Little May, of course, is no. 1 in our list; Myself, being her best friend, a supporter from the very beginning and all-around a harmless guy, was declared no. 2 . No. 3 went, after some discussion, to my cat, Kawaii, who would, if elected, make a wonderful minister of agriculture and environment (He can make rain!). My youngest brother, Blue Fish, joined us for some time and was voted no. 4. the rest of the list was filled by other friends, relatives and just people we like. So - as it turned out - we have been to a party in sylvester eve. Aren't we cool?