“Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today, I want to be a part of it, New York, New York,” Frank Sinatra must have been talking about being in New York during New Year’s Eve when he began singing that classic song so many years ago. For the 1st time, I finally joined the Manhattan madness with about a million others Saturday night to see the glorious ball drop in Time Square.
Thankfully, The nice people at Planet Hollywood on Broadway graciously offered up six VIP tickets for me and my 5 friends to kick off the evening. The group included me, my wife Kelly, Celebrity Chef Chris Nirschel, his new girlfriend and former Jersey Shore cast member Angelina Pivarnick, Passaic County Sheriff PBA President Michael Abdinoor, and his wife, all enjoyed this generous gift.
Before heading into the restaurant, we effectively used our built in police escort to get a better view of the stage. Although it took a while to get through what felt like twenty police checkpoints, we were finally able to catch a red hatted Justin Bieber jamming on a white piano along side a sockless Carlos Santana.
Although watching tweens become Bieber-fied in minutes is quite a spectacle, our crew couldn’t turn down the open bar and buffet from Planet Hollywood that was happening a few doors down. Angelina and Chris seem to have really benefited from the last 30 days of couples therapy they received while taping the new show ‘Couples Therapy’. Angelina was greeted by many guests, posed for pictures and had her own private makeout session with Nirschel. They even talked about settling down.
The two were able to take a breather to head down at 11:45 to see the ball drop along with the rest of our group. After watching the ball drop, the craziness got crazier. Mayor Bloomberg nearly tongue-kissed Lady Gaga, I did drunken confetti angels in the city streets, and the party continued. We all decided to meet up with the recently killed-off Jimmy Dermody, Boardwalk Empire star Michael Pitt, and Former Olympic Boxer Eric Kelly who were co-hosting a party at the Carlton Hotel on Madison Avenue.
By 3 am the top shelf booze at Pitt’s VIP table was running dry, so we all headed up to his room to raid the mini-bar for Snickers, beer, Jack Daniels and nuts, He didn’t seem to mind at all.
We finally called it a night around 3:30 AM when we returned to the Garden State and made the obligatory Jersey diner stop. From a disco ball to disco fries the night was complete.