January 1, 2000
I was not at work or on call on New Year's Eve then. I was comfortably seated in view of a TV showing happy crowds here and there as midnight moved west. After enough such scenes, we decided to drive down to the area between the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial, in hopes of seeing fireworks comparable to what we had seen on TV. It was very cold, though not cold enough to keep one hefty man from shedding his clothes and running towards the Reflecting Pool. The cops got him before he reached the water (and I suppose locked him up for the night to reflect on his decision). At midnight, what appeared to be a screen of fireworks went off to the west, lasting less than thirty seconds. We waited a bit for more fireworks, grumbled, and went home.
A co-worker at the office not for work but for the view said that the real firework show started about 12:30, and was quite good. Was it delayed by a Y2K bug? I never heard.