A NIGHT TO FORGET?
No plans for New Year’s Eve yet? Well even some big stars have had lousy times on the last night of the year. Here’s where they spent their worst:
Alone in Miami. I went there to meet a friend. The flight got delayed, so I spent it all by myself. I was lonely, bored and miserable.
A pub in West London. A dreadful night, with awful people, in an absolutely terrible place. I was in my 20s and was meeting a girl there. She never showed up, and the evening was just horrid.
Ben Nevis, Scotland. I went skiing with some friends and wound up freezing, all night, in a miserable tent that we set up. It was soooooo cold. I had nothing warm to wear and it was unforgettably awful.
Aspen, Colo. Five years ago I was sick as a dog there and couldn’t get my head off the pillow.
When I was in my teens, my buddies and I went to the Astoria Ballroom in Queens. They had this deal there – all the champagne you can drink for something like 15 bucks. When we got there, the average age was something like 70. We drank tons of the bad champagne, but it didn’t make the situation any better.
The Gramercy Hotel, New York. A number of years ago I went to a party there and everyone was in a really bad mood. I was feeling good until I got there and then, because everybody was so damn cranky, they put me in a bad mood, too.
I was in a car driving to Los Angeles from San Diego. I was running very late and when the clock struck 12, I was just sitting behind the wheel. It was about as unfestive as you can get. When I finally got to the party, it was over.
I’ve never had a bad New Year’s Eve. They’ve all been good. But who knows? Maybe this New Year’s Eve will totally suck.
It was a restaurant in New York. I won’t tell you the name of the place, but I got food poisoning and wound up being violently sick the whole evening. Needless to say, for me, it was a very, very bad night.
Miami. I went down there last year to get some sun and it was the coldest day in the history of the city for that date. I was just miserable.
I was in the MTV studios in the heart of Times Square to promote “Josie and the Pussycats.” At midnight, we were on the air and I couldn’t even get up and go to the window to watch the ball drop . . . It’s really not fun to have to work on New Year’s Eve.
I was in New York, in a cab, going crosstown at midnight. The taxi itself was a horror story. The guy had a shrine in the front and a hibachi. He must have been cooking monkey or something – the stench was awful. I was on my way to a party, which was also terrible.
PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN
Bayonne, N.J. I was invited to a party, but when I got to the address, no one was there. My friends accidentally gave me the wrong location. At midnight, I wound up in a Church’s Fried Chicken, eating greasy wings all by myself.
Vero Beach, Fla. I went to an awful party with my wife 10 years ago. All the people there were full of themselves and quite pretentious. All I wanted to do was leave, but we couldn’t because a good friend of ours invited us and we didn’t want to be rude. So we just stayed and suffered.
Oer-Erkenschwick, Germany. I was 16 years old and spending the New Year with my grandparents, who live there. There was nothing to do – they went to bed early and I just hung out in their house, by myself.
A number of years ago, I did a press junket for a film and was traveling around the country doing additional promotion. On New Year’s Eve, I wound up in some small California town I can’t even remember the name of. I had to go to bed early, because I had to be up the next morning at the crack of dawn to appear on some local morning show. Who would even be up early on New Year’s Day to watch it?
A NIGHT TO FORGET?