"Yeah, I remember that. Hell of a party. I remember there were a bunch of 'end of the world' crazies wandering around, shouting about how fucked we all were going to be." Anders chuckled at the memory.
The Millennium, oh yeah he remembered that. He was twenty years old. His last year before he became Bragi, before he found out about gods and goddesses; about how truly fucked up and mental his family was... Before Mike had kicked him out of the family. Oh yeah, the new millennium had certainly been something to remember.
"What about you?" he asked her, abruptly pushing down the emotions that came with those memories.