And why not? Anyone who has been anybody for virtually any memorable length of time will be there: a hand-picked group of the artists, musicians, gourmands, producers, actors who have led us to the doorstep of the third millennium.
By CHARLOTTE SUTTON, Weekend Editor
© St. Petersburg Times, published December 17, 1999
Like a lot of you, we here at Weekend were having a tough time deciding how to spend the very last night of the millennium (note to all who insist the millennium is next year: Humor us).
Should we hop in the Lear jet and chase the turn-of-the-century between time zones? Latch onto one of those bazillion-dollar African safaris, hot-air balloon journeys over the French wine country or voyages to Antarctica? Zip around and catch Barbra in Vegas, Aretha and Sting in New York, Celine in Montreal?
Oh heck, if you're going to dream, why not dream really big?
So our critics have offered their thoughts on who they'd like to see at the New Year's Eve party of their dreams, a party that would celebrate the very best, or most interesting or just plain strange, from their own areas of expertise. Living or dead, it doesn't matter -- this is fantasy time.