Every company has that person who holds it all together. Over at BlackBook, for me, it's Bridgette Bek who somehow has answers to all my pressing problems at her fingertips. If something or someone is lost or if I don't know which square peg to bother with my round hole (no homo, props to Lil' Wayne, yo), I always turn to Bridgette to set me straight. It seems I am the black sheep of BlackBook. Every so often, BlackBook honcho Ari Horowitz, along with his lovely companion Laurel Cummings host a soiree at his beautiful indoor/outdoor apartment. I am never invited until the afternoon, day of. Once in awhile I get a "I didnt see you last night" from one of BlackBook's sharp pencils. Yesterday was no different so I scrambled to get a date and showed up just a little late. The weather was perfect for the shindig, and the huge crowd sipped ridiculously potent Grey Goose concoctions. As my loyal readers know, I only drink two or three times a year -- whenever I have sex -- and with what seemed like a four-to-one ratio of women to men, springlike weather, a hundred bucks in my pocket, and those potent cocktails, I thought my odds were pretty, pretty good.

Alas I left with my date, the beautiful but very taken Norisol Ferrari (like the car) who I had intended to interview for today's column. She had one or four of those Grey Goose contraptions as well, and our cause was lost. Too drunk to look my puppies in the eyes, I decided to sober up over at Greenhouse where my pal James Coppola presides over a fabulous crew.

I arrived at Greenhouse early and the door people weren't outside, as usual. It's a poorly run door, which got really famous this week when a huge crowd of arriving guests were turned away for a book party. Accusations flew that entry was denied because the arriving guests were black. A billion-dollar lawsuit was said to be filed. I asked the doorman who finally let me in what happened, and he gave me a runaround shrug. It was only 11:30 and he's usually not plastered till midnight, so I guess he was told to keep quiet. I called him an idiot in front of everyone, and they thought I was joking, and I went downstairs. I asked another staffer what happened and was told it wasn't because they "were black. Anyone who comes here knows that its a very mixed crowd, it's just that they were very poorly dressed ... if they were dressed nicely or even decently they would have gotten in." I asked Merlin Bob (an owner who happens to be black) about it, and he told me he was doing a press conference today to address this issue.

The lawsuit is of course without merit. Greenhouse is a very mixed crowd, and racism doesn't seem to be the reason for the problem. I was turned away at the door -- or at least kept waiting for 10 minutes -- and I got pull! Unless they were thinking, "There's that black sheep from BlackBook"? I'm sure this will all be cleared up before this billion-dollar case goes to a judge. Maybe they'll settle out of court for a lesser sum, like $100 million.

Downstairs I was greeted by bon vivant DJ Michel Cavadias, one of my favorite people in the whole room. It was early and there were like five people there, so we chatted. I was still liquored up and afraid of a stare-down with my chihuahua. So I interviewed him. I was thinking on my feet while laying on the DJ booth floor.

How long have you been DJing, and do you still go by your DJ moniker, "Lily of the Valley"? I prefer being called Michael Cavadias, although Lily is still my DJ name. I've been DJing since 1996.

You had 15 minutes of really deserved Hollywood fame as the transvestite pal of Robert Downey Jr. in Wonder Boys, a great movie. That was a great experience. I had a super time. Robert was especially encouraging, and the rest of the cast Katie Holmes, Francis McDormand, Michael Douglas, Tobey Maguire, Rip Torn, and director Curtis Hanson were so great.

How did you get cast for this role? I don't really know how it happened. Mali Finn, the casting director, called me to read. I guess she asked around. It's funny -- when I would go out at night to, say, Squeezebox, I wore like combat boots and make-up. They had to coach me to be more feminine and walk in heels.

What's your set like? Rock, soul, disco, hipster stuff -- whatever that means -- and once every three months, hip hop.

Where are you currently working? Greenhouse on Wednesdays, Ace Hotel on Sundays, Belmont Lounge on Fridays.

What do you do the rest of the time? I wrote and performed in The Mystery of Claywoman about a 500-million-year old woman prophet. It's half film, half live performance, with Amy Poehler and Debbie Harry, directed by Rob Roth who did "Click and Drag" the other night.

I was going to go to that, but I didn't know what to wear ... it seemed so "costumey." What did you wear? Was everyone dressed up? I didn’t know either, so I wore a suit, but everyone was done up ... latex and everything.

Tell me about the Citizens Band. It's a musical political cabaret with about 25 rotating members ... we're performing Thursday, Friday, and Saturday at the Henry Street Settlement (Grand and Pitt). Our cast includes Karen Elson, Nina Persson of the Cardigans, Rain Phoenix, Ian Buchanan from Twin Peaks, so many others ...

You just put on Bowie's "TVC 15," which has our friend Joey Arias singing background with Klaus Nomi. What do the lyrics mean? I think I read that it was nonsensical. I had dinner with David Bowie courtesy of my friend Boy George, and he talked about how genius Klaus was.

You had dinner with Bowie and Boy George? What was that like? I couldn't speak for like 20 minutes. I was in shock. He was hilarious, handsome, nice, engaging ... he soon made me feel comfortable.