Y2K, Aliens, and a Tinsel Slash Wig: How I Danced My Way Through the End of the World

You know how some people party like it’s 1999? Well, on New Year’s Eve 1999, I did something even better, or stranger. While most folks worried about the Y2K apocalypse, stocking up on canned beans and bottled water, I was busy painting myself green and silver and preparing to dance with senior citizens dressed as an alien. Yep, you read that right. I got paid to be an alien party companion for the elderly. Glamorous, huh?

As if the idea alone wasn’t hilarious enough, my “costume” featured wh...