So, I warned you that I'd be whipping this horse, but as far as I can remember this is the first time I’ve gotten an IMDB listing. Yes, I’m talking about the Limelight documentary again, and since I was one of the players at the now defunct club, I am a player now. That statement has so many layers, so I'm just going to ponder it. Celebrity lawyer Benjamin Brafman attended the premiere and was applauded loudly when his name appeared during the credits. He got Peter Gatien off. Gee—I hope I didn't spoil the ending.

Shoot, he has gotten more people off than Heidi Fleiss. The last dude was that French guy who tangled with that inconsistent maid. We chatted and chatted and I was in awe of him. When it wasn't all fun and games and nostalgia and lives were on the line, Ben was an honest broker. Gee, I wish I had one of those. The after party was at Westway, that strip club which has now sunk itself morally to accommodate hipsters.

There I hung out and mugged for camera shots with long time friend Moby. I thought his lines from the movie were spot on. He really dealt with the glory of the joint and not all that trial stuff that dominated the final cut .While the feds came to bury Caesar (Mr. Peter Gatien), this movie came to praise him. I can't object as he, for the most part, got a raw deal. Peter and I disagreed on many things, including his inability to accept any responsibility for the terrible ending. I agree as captain of the ship that he didn't actually create the iceberg, but he certainly didn't steer away from it fast enough, nor did he handle the big gaping hole it caused very well.

As I shook hands with the blasts from the past, it was clear that all this happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. We also knew that any sequels have always and will always turn out badly. Peter seems to be stuck in a rut of his own making, in glorious Canada, not allowed to come here, while I'm stuck here and not allowed to go there. That's worth pondering too.

The bad guys on screen were proud about their badness. They all told tales to save themselves the jail time and some were more successful at that than others. At this point, a decade and a half later, it’s all good too. I wish them all big mirrors to better look at their despicable selves. Many of them thought that they were indeed victorious in that ancient rat race. The thing about rat races is you’ve got to be a rat to win, or even place, or show.

Michael Alig, of course, was not at the premiere as he is still busy entertaining up at Southport Correctional over that little murder thing he copped to. I hear he was surprised that the film dealt with the trial so much and dwelled little on how fabulous it was when he called the shots. Baby Joe Uzzardi wasn't there either. He DJs now, here in the Big Apple, under a new name to protect and fool the innocent. Although Frank Owen and I have had some spats—a bit too publicly over the years—I respected his insight and found myself missing my old friend.

Jen Gatien, my long-time friend, was all smiles with her child, this film that she produced that is finally ready to fly (this Friday at Sunshine). I sat next to the Baroness Sherry von Koerber-Bernstein an old-school club fixture who told us she was "90 and a half.” Her now adult niece Carrie, her constant companion when she was 15, is now married with a couple of non-club kids. Much of the crowd was unrecognizable due to age and my addled memory. Some of it has never grown up. I said hello to everyone, with ancient squabbles now forgotten or lost in space and time. The movie opens in the big cities where Limelights were and then the Miamis and such. I'm sure it will get some traction but doubt it will play in Peoria.

I dodged raindrops as I walked to The Box all the way East. It was a glorious night and I couldn't help but think, having just flashed through the past, how in retrospect I had dodged a lot of bullets both metaphorically and in reality. I arrived at The Box and was greeted by gentleman doorkeeper, Giza, who whisked me inside to join the beautiful people. Giza had texted me to join him for Genc's birthday. Every time I go to The Box I find it to be wonderful. I know some say its day has passed, but I see it differently. Maybe it has changed, settled into being something different. Maybe it's a little tamer, though maybe it's a little less forced. I think it’s sexy and now it feels like home. To me it feels like one of those clubs that people say don't exist anymore.

The crowd last night is the type that can get in anywhere. Hell the crowd left out in the rain can go to most places. The Box was great. I stayed for a minute glad handed all the players, chatted up a very frisky Erikson Wilcox and headed into the night. The night always seems darker down there. There are no more beach days and the coolness and rain and the noir of it all was my element. The dame on my arm and I didn't need to chat. An evening like this is made for people like us.

This Sunday, if you want to serve me with papers or whack me I will be dependably at home watching Boardwalk Empire's season premiere. I love Atlantic City. I've been going there for decades. It used to be Limelight-like, dangerously fun. I admit to hanging there in questionable places with questionable people doing debatable things. Somehow I survived, except for maybe a few brain cells. The old A.C. was charming while the new one spearheaded by the delicious Borgata Hotel Casino is more fun than a barrel of club kids. Their Boardwalk Empire promotion sounds like wow! Here's their pitch:

Tale of a Few Empires

"Nosh Like Nucky at The Metropolitan at Borgata The second season of Boardwalk Empire starts on Sunday and to time with the famed HBO series, The Metropolitan is introducing a 1920’s menu recalling the days when Enoch “Nucky” Johnson ruled the town. Executive Chef Ron Ross created an authentic three-course selection inspired by actual menus from the decade that made Atlantic City legendary. Guests can feast on items like Lamb Chops with Mint Jelly or Scallops Mornay for $29.95 per person every Sunday. An Old Fashioned, Bronx Cocktail or Side Car can be enjoyed."

I'm heading down next month for Duran Duran. Although the summer is famous for the hordes that come for the beach fun and games, the city is truly beautiful and exiting this time of year. I prefer it a little less crowded and crisp.