Remember when we were young and this party blog first launched? Ahhh, those were the times. Back then it was big hair, acid washed jeans, New Kids on the Block, and thick and chunky neon earrings. Ok so maybe we launched a couple weeks ago, and maybe the previous list is still, somehow, in style, but one thing is for certain: Just an Online Minute has only just begun and there's already so much to see!

Before heading to the launch party for apartmenttherapy.com's book, I hit the Web site for a little recon. Ugh, beautiful apartments with colorful carpeting, sassy prints, and decadent artwork. "Ugh" because I still have a sign over my door that says "happy birthday" and my birthday was in February. I shoved the green-eyed monster in my sack and headed out.

When Warren Corpus hits the South Florida night spots, he's a bit coy about what he does for a living. "I'm in marketing," he says. "I leave it at that." As an eligible bachelor, he's concerned that if he drops the words "email marketing," the women he meets will not only turn the other cheek, but blast him for the incessant offers they receive to purchase would-be miracles. "They say you're a spammer. You're the one who fills my inbox with Viagra ads," Corpus says. "That's usually what the average girl in the bar thinks when you say, 'Email marketer.'"

I used to work for IBM. We're talking seven years of being surrounded by mostly men. Older men. So I know what it's like to "man" a booth where slightly sloshed sales types saunter over and dip their one-liners on you with red cheeks and whiskey breath.

EdBurns EdBurns EdBurns EdBurns EdBurns EdBurns EdBurns EdBurns. Sorry, I had to get that out. Last night at the 8th Annual Designing Hollywood Awards (co-presented by Variety and New York Women in Film and Television), I had the pleasure of meeting not one, not two, not three, but skads of quirky, creative, and talented people. One of them happened to be Marjorie Nezin, a designer with sleeves made of window screen mesh. Two of them happened to be Ed Burns and Bebe Neuwirth, who are both a sizzling concoction of sexy and normalness. Let's get on with the show!

It's dusk and the sun is sinking into the ocean. There's a balmy breeze rippling over the flirty skirts and fresh-pressed Dockers of 70 or so cocktail party attendees, and the wine, beer and mixed drinks with umbrellas are flowing freely. Chatter fills the air about the merits and flaws of various PPC engines, platforms and analytics programs -- not to mention, the demise of Microhoo. Put it all together and you get the uber-laid-back climate of the kick-off reception for this spring's Search Insider Summit.

My mission on Wednesday was simple, blah blah: cover two parties in one night while avoiding internal organ failure. The jury is still out. After celebrating the launch of PostAdvertising., my +1 and I hopped into a cab and trucked it over to 300 West St. The fact that the hopstop.com directions told me to take a right on Rt 9A -- which made me think I'd be swimming in the Hudson -- did not deter me.

Who thought it was a good idea to have vodka for dinner? There are some brand new holes in my brain that weren't there yesterday and I blame YOU, Jeremy Greenfield! But enough about me, let's talk about the PostAdvertising.com launch party last night at the darkest bar I've been to yet. Ah, the good ole days of prohibition. Mixed drinks served in teacups, draft beers served in tall clay tumblers, and bottled beers delivered in brown bags.

"Organize your pretty party" the sign snooted at me from the elevator wall of the SoHo House. "Pretty party?" I thought, wrinkling my forehead and squonking up my nose at the wall. I peered closer and saw that, indeed, at the SoHo house "cowshed" (excuse me?) you could arrange a little party for all your little wrinkly friends (or almost wrinkly) and there would be certified technicians on hand to "administer treatments." And they weren't talkin' paraffin wax. I think you know what I'm getting at. Starts with a B, rhymes with Motox. Exactly. Again, I was reminded how far …

I like red. Red makes me think of social deviants playing tag in their underwear after 12 shots of tequila. So, I was thrilled to walk into the Samsung Experience at the Time Warner Center and rest my thirsty eyes on the red foggy wall that lined the ramp up to the bathroom. I'm a big fan of ramps towards restrooms....