The sun settles behind the mountains as we wind around another bend of the valley road. The SUV's dash flashes in dim neon as it illuminates its controls. Music is on high as my two best friends are caught amidst the throes of laughter stemming from their cacophonous attempt at singing together. We have been driving for almost fourteen hours and are mere minutes from our destination: Vail. Our final home of a millennium as the greased dial grinds to "20" Where better to be when Y2K hails? I am in the front passenger seat. I am looking out its window into nothingness. I am crying.