Happy Birthday Bette Midler !
It was 1978 when I got a call from my old drinking buddy Mark Rydell to meet him at the Whiskey A Go Go. I had a small part in one of Mark’s films Cinderella Liberty back in 1972. He said he needed my assistance on a new film so I ran down there.
When I arrived Mark informed me he was directing a new film called â€œThe Roseâ€ but was having a bit of trouble with its star Bette Midler. He told me Bette was great but she wasn’t a drinker and a couple of her scenes weren’t hitting the mark. He offered me a large sum of money to coach Bette on how to be a raging out of control drunkâ€¦ I of course accepted and told him get her down here right now. Let’s get started I slammed on the bar demanding a bottle of Jack.
By the time Bette arrived I was completely annihilated. She walked over and exclaimed â€œNow I got it, the mascara running down her face, very realisticâ€ crossing her arms and shaking her head. I quickly ordered Bette bourbon but she wanted a â€œChi Chiâ€. I explained she wasn’t going to be drinking any girly drinks with me. I put the bourbon in front of her. She knocked it back like a trooper and then another and anotherâ€¦.nothing. I said â€œAre you sure you’re not a drinker?â€ It took her six shots to start to stagger a bit.
I then asked Bette what her motivation was. She said â€œBarry Manilow! He’s all pissed off at me for leaving him. I think about pounding in his faceâ€, she added.
I told her she needed to dig a bit deeper than Mandy and suggested she use her being a ginger.
She looked shocked and said â€œWhat the fuck are you talking about?â€ Downing another shot falling back a bit. I then called her a â€œCurley haired carrot top wreckâ€. She flipped and tackled me onto a table and then onto the floor. A crowd gathered as we had a booze fueled cat fight. I tore her blouse and she scratched my face. We then had a long passionate sexy lipstick smearing kiss. I popped her in the nose and she fell to the side. I got up and tossed a drink in her face to rouse her. I grabbed her and dragged her to the bathroom. I pulled her face up by her ginger locks to the mirror and said â€œLook at youâ€.
Bette looked and wiped a tear from her eye and blood from her nose and simply said â€œI’m the roseâ€.
The rest is historyâ€¦
Happy Birthday Bette