“What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?” Frank Loesser’s old song asked.

That’s the question I meant to ask you a week ago.

Well, things moved too fast to get any answers, and by the time you thought about it, and my deadline had passed, you would have already thrown out all the paper horns and plastic hats. Right?

It was raining, wasn’t it? In most of Maine, that packed everyone off the streets and into Waterville’s Silver Street Tavern and the great cluster of cafes.

I called a few places around Waterville and asked if they had amateur entertainment and if I could come and sing old songs.

Most told me they don’t have live entertainment.

I told a few who I am and how I used to be a dancer and actor on Broadway and Off Broadway, and how I was on the “Tonight Show,” and Jerry Lewis and Bob Newhart. Most kept putting me on hold and picking up again and again with the same question.

“May I ask who’s asking?” So I repeated the same resume and added: “I can do “Let the Sunshine In” and the Stones’ “Honky Tonk Women” and Phil Collins’ “Don’t Lose My Number.”

I guess I bored them all with the story of how I knocked the gangs out on New Year’s Eve parties at Liberace’s apartment with my renditions of Billy Joel’s “Uptown Girl” and Jimmy Webb’s “MacArthur Park” with Richard Harris on the mic. (I made some of that up, but She and I were at Liberace’s.)

Some just hung up on me. I guess I’m not even an old favorite.

Too bad, huh? I asked my girls if they still had my old ’60s red velvet tux jacket that I wore with the standard five-button Levi’s. Boy! That would still be a hit, in case they want me for an “Old Timer’s Hits” performance.

And who among us doesn’t remember Bobby Vinton’s “There! I’ve Said It Again”?

Hello! Hello! You still there?

Oh well! Those were the good old days and my greatest hits. But time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?

Well, anyway — let me know what you did on New Year’s Eve so I can steal some of it and write a new column.

Happy New Year!