REMEMBERING THE FUTURE

- My old bud, JR, was at the heart of Cypress National Preserve, watching Phish play in concerto.

- H, my assistant, was with her then boyfriend D in Miami Beach, spending their money and maxing up on their cards, living the self-persuasion that "tomorrow will never come no more".

- My favorite doubles partner in tennis, the Brazilian J who speaks 4 languages, an athletic scholar in college, and a top-brass salesman was at his beloved Rio de Janeiro, running after shapely girls in Copacabana, hoping to get laid before the future comes.

- One of my sisters, with hubby, was partying with Filipino friends some 40 miles away from us. Their kids, certified dorks, were sleeping over with friends, probably watching tv, probably having pillow fights, probably assessing the future of their dorkiness.

- My childhood friend Topee was on the phone. He was an ocean and 13 hours away from the person on the other end of the line who kept on telling him to "stop jerking off and go find a wife!".

- Bunsoy was at the dining table (for where else will you find him?) and slurping on long strands of canton, wishing aloud he was at the Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park in Maine to possess bragging rights for sighting the future ahead of everyone else in America.

- A lot of Cuban teenaged girls were at the American Airlines in Downtown Miami, screaming non-stop while Gloria Estefan kept on referring to them as "mi pueblo".

- My Mom was sleeping on the couch, ignoring the fireworks outside and gently snoring like a baby.

- I was sipping cheap champagne, nibbling on cheap caviar, going over the day's editorial of The New York Times, watching VH1's 100 Greatest Songs of Rock N' Roll, talking on the phone to a beloved childhood friend named Topee.

How about you? What were you doing during the birthing moments of Y2K?