Have you ever been to 230 Fifth? I hadn't either, mainly because I try to stay away from places where bottle service isn't necessary, but in order to reserve a table and receive priority, it's strongly suggested. Oh, and champagne starts at $125.00 bucks a bottle, with vodka starting at $250.00. Thanks, but if I want to drink a bottle of voddy while sitting outside, I'll get a 40-dollar bottle of Absolut and sit on my stoop. however, I've heard the Empire State Building is mammoth on the garden roofdeck, so I was super-geeked to receive the JumpTap invitation - …

like TV. Analog, digital, DVRd, streaming, whatever. Call it what you want, but I call anything with moving pictures in 30- to 60-minute chunks TV. I have never said "I'm going home to watch that program I DVRd." I also love Detroit. When I was 19, it was 10 minutes from legal drinking in Windsor, Canada. It was also where I learned to drive, which I think everyone should do -- it's why I'm so awesome on the road. It's also where you can find WADL TV 38, Detroit's Urban Television Station -- only last night they were in NYC's …

Just to throw you guys for a loop, I like to interrupt the conga line of parties with a little of them that thar learnin'. No, no, not the stuff from books. We're talking a good old sitdown with a panel of people. Remembering the bacon, sausage, fruit, OJ, and scads of dark lovely coffee from the Oxygen rebranding breakfast, I RSVPd "yes please" to the breakfast session with ContextWeb.

Walking towards Room Service, I felt a sense of foreboding. No, it wasn't the heat -- it was a dash of nervousness in case George Lucas actually was a guest balled with a scoop of "I don't want to get struck by lightning" because the sky was green, people. Green! The Room Service Web site has quite a few "coming soon" messages and describes the place as the comfort and relaxation environment of a 5-star spa with individual rooms set up with flat screens, DVDS (uhhhh what kind of DVDs?), and ... room service, I guess. I wondered if the …

On a scale of one to10, one being "oh man, this is so bloody awesome I could die now and die happy" and 10 being "slap me in the face with a dead grouper," how would you rate getting ready for a "dress to impress" cocktail celebration in a non-air-conditioned apartment, incredibly aware of creeping underboob sweat? All grouper talk aside, the tiny hot tubs of salt pooling in my various pits (arms, knees, elbows) did nothing to dissuade me from L-training it to Chelsea for the NYCTV 5th anniversary "if you can't stand the heat, get hotter up here …

Did you know that the 4th of July was going to be called the 6th of July, but it didn't have the same ring to it? You didn't know because it's not true. What is true is that the entire tri-state area goes on vacation the week of July 4th -- which means instead of reading about a explosive blowout at Cielo with media industry heavy-hitters, you get to ride along the NJ Transit with me to little bitty Red Bank, N.J. for rain, salmonella, and fireworks!

Doesn't summer seem like the best time to throw a big fat party? If I had millions of bucks flowing in from advertising sales and from my superior intelligence cornering the market on targeted "you're 31 and fat" (thanks, Facebook, I really needed to read that before I head to Red Bank, N.J. for the 4th) ads, I'd be throwing a party where all drinks are served in recyclable tiny gas cans (shout-out to soaring gas prices!) and events would include "shaved ice wrestling" and the "tuna tartare toss." I'm just saying.

Trains derail, rollercoasters derail, and things like... well, anything on tracks derail. Though I do not run on tracks, I, too, tend to derail easily. For instance, yesterday I planned to hit the gym before hunting for the Uptown Magazine Summer Issue and Uptown.net launch party. But I walked by Friendhouse on the way home and had to stop in for sushi. There went the gym. I almost backed out of the Uptown party because hopstop, google maps and directions, and online reviews couldn't find Talay, the destination, on any maps. Go ahead, go to hopstop.com and choose destination 701 …

When I first moved to Manhattan I lived with this dude (not like that) on the Upper East Side. It was a great apartment with a huge common area and a separate kitchen with full-size appliances (isn't it sad that calling out "full-size appliances" is actually special?). The only drawback was that my roommate worked in a small investment banking firm, said "bra" (the fratty version of "bro") a lot, and wasn't familiar with the moldy shower curtain threat as well as the "dishes in the sink covered in chicken parm for a week will draw flies and roaches the …

I received one of my favorite invitations the other day. It started with some blah dee blah about the feminine mystique (I tend to snark at these types of events, usually with my software engineering genius pal, Jessica, because we just want to be talented people, not spotlighted because we have different parts) and midway through said cocktails and networking at 11:30AM. Followed by lunch! Um, yes please.