I will always remember New Year's Eve 1999. Why? Because of my head injury. We were at a place called Clutch Cargo's in Michigan. A friend of mine had bought a bottle of champagne and we all took turns drinking out of it. When the clock was about to strike midnight, I could not find my friends and was wandering around the thousands of people looking for them. When people begin to count down I was by myself, among strangers. Still, I was overwhelmed with excitement for the century to be over and a new one to begin. Not just the century, but the millennium. As I contemplated what an amazing time we live in and celebrated the passing of the year, I felt a tremendous thud upon my head. I fell to the ground, momentarily in a daze and then regained consciousness to feel that my head was throbbing. It was slightly bleeding, and I had a huge lump formed on top of my noggin.

I looked down next to me on the floor I saw a bottle of champagne. Someone had thrown a bottle of champagne into the air to celebrate at midnight and of the thousand people in the room somehow that bottle found my head. Later, I found my friends and told them about how if I ever found who threw that bottle in the air I would kick their ass. After re-telling that story, my friend Tim walked up to us, not having heard my story and said he felt so guilty because at midnight, caught up in all of the excitement he hurled his champagne bottle into the air. That's right, of the thousands of people he could have hit, his champagne bottle found me clear on the other side of the room.

That's what I remember. I didn't kick his ass, but he bought my drinks the rest of the night.

Happy new year everyone! Don't throw your bottles in the air tonight.

Edit: comment dictated to siri