The countdown begins. "It's New Year's, it's the Millennium...forget about it. I'm going nuts," Mike says emphatically to the camera. Half of them are underage, yet they all seem to be sipping champagne. Trevor looks about to burst out of his white tuxedo (note to Lou: not the best way to keep him inconspicuous) as he reels off the last few numbers. At the witching hour, everyone hugs and toasts each other, general pandemonium ensues, and inexplicably Erik-Michael and Trevor end up on a conveniently placed stage. Hands up, they're wiggling, Will-Smith-jiggy-style, and Jacob and Mike join them in unabashed reveling. Clearly, the logical next step has to be stage-diving, which Jacob admits in confessional "probably wasn't the way to maintain low-key [sic] throughout the night." Jacob backs up for a running start and leaps into the crowd. I assume someone catches him; I assume Thania is trying to sex up someone, anyone, else. Trevor is next, falling backward pathetically atop the front row and getting caught by the crotch. Mike is last and basically just tips off the end of the stage. "I've never stage-dived, so I was into the stage-diving, but of course then I catch Jay's attention and I'm like, 'Ooh, low-key, out of the limelight, there's cameras everywhere,'" Mike recalls in the confessional. Jay approaches Lou and blows the whistle. "We're leaving, we gotta go, they broke all the rules tonight," he tells Lou. The big man is shocked to hear this, so obviously their public display wasn't too widely noticed, unless Lou's minions forgot to heave their corpulent master within convenient policing distance. Jay forges ahead. "For a public appearance, yes, really bad," Jay states, promptly meandering off to round up those evil, wicked, naughty boys. Confusion reigns, as none of the guys understand why they're being asked to leave and their dates aren't sure what's happening. "This is, like, the greatest night ever. We cannot leave at one o'clock. That's stupid," Trevor tells the camera, impassioned and near tears. He tries reasoning with Jay, but to no avail, and Mike closes out the segment in confessional: "We are SO in trouble right now."
Ugh. This show sometimes has the most tedious sponsors. Sears is trying to sell me appliances, and I'm dozing off on the couch.
Jay is bickering with Trevor: "I don't tell you how to sing, I don't tell you how to dress. Don't argue with me about my job." He tries to explain how the gang needs to pay attention to his orders, and Trevor tries to get a word in during the tirade but never succeeds. "You exposed yourselves tonight when I asked you not to," Jay says, waving off Trevor's feeble apologies. "It's not about sorry. It's done...You did it." Ashley, in the confessional, interjects that everyone's mad at Jay for what they perceive as a massive overreaction. Oozing immaturity, Trevor spits at Jay, "Then yell at everyone else for dancing on the stage!" Erik-Michael's private take is that Jay "forgets that we are still young, and full of energy, and wanting to go crazy."