Last week I dwelt on last Saturday's Xtravaganza Ball at Irving Plaza; the Xtravaganzas honored me by making me a judge. Of all the loot I made, celebrities I've met, and openings and redoings -- all the things I have done or accomplished in nightlife -- this was one of my most memorable moments. I was described as a legend to the packed house, and the reception from the crowd gave me goosebumps. Usually when someone describes me as a legend, I check my pulse to see if I'm still alive, but here it thrilled me to my core. I looked impeccable in an Yves St. Laurent ensemble styled by Laurean Ossorio. The "voguing" houses and their balls are one of the best things nightlife has to offer. I told my friends to bring throat lozenges because they would be screaming so much. They thanked me for the advice. The night was a scream, with a love reserved for a Woodstock as real legends from the houses of La Beija, Ebony, Milan, Ninja, Legacy, and many more competed in 26 difficult categories. While most of you were up to the same ol' same ol' and complaining about it, Irving Plaza was packed and rocking.

My date for the evening was Brittany Mendenhall. She writes the wonderful blog ChiChi212 while attending law school. Last week a polite call from Shadow PR honcho Brad Zeifman to Brittany implied that she couldn't write about his clients without his prior consent "or else." Brittany called me, and I got angry. The nature of the blog beast is that you got to put it up as it comes, or the next guy will. If you heard something, chances are others did as well, and it will be appear somewhere soon. I kill stories sometimes because the content may hurt the innocent, but this self-imposed censorship is my choice and my column is less time-sensitive than Brittany's or Guest of a Guest. I objected to the concept of censorship or screening of content. Brittany was very upset, and I made a phone call to Brad to complain.

Brad handles PR for the Tenjune, Simyone, Abe & Arthur's crew as well as Scott Sartiano and Richie Akiva's properties. We have known each other positively for years. I lost my legendary temper during that call. For this I apologize. Brad was just doing his job, and he is one of the good guys out there. I was being protective of Brit, who I adore. Brittany is no angel and had gotten in trouble in the past. At that time, I also got involved, as she and I share interest and other things. You see, I see Brittany once in awhile and have for awhile now. It's been a secret or not much to talk about, as we both are too busy for anything more. Someone at Brad's office decided to broadcast this news to some other blogs as if it's some sort of scandal. I got a little heated about this but am quite sure Brad didn't have anything to do with the gossip girl in his office's idea of news.

I felt angry that Shadow PR reacted to my complaint by planting this "secret." I'm sending him flowers today, as rumor has it he is dealing with this internal leak -- or is "leek" a better word . I understand that for the most part the story has been killed, but I wanted you to read the truth out loud and proud. I love Brittany Mendenhall. I love her blog. She works really hard in the moments she has between law classes to give you her view. She generates her own stories and usually doesn't need help from me or anyone. She's a tough cookie, and it upset me to hear she was threatened. The people who write blogs about nightlife can't be threatened to not do their jobs. This is an era when much information is gleamed from the online "journalists" and our blogs by mainstream media who are trying to cut costs by chopping reporters. "Nightlife blogging," according to one highly successful owner, "is a new phenomenon ... working relationships with these often acerbic columnists is part of the new terrain." In an age of Twitter, Facebook, cellphones and their cameras, guys and gals like me don't ever need to go out. If it's happening in your club, there are people telling us about it seconds later. We often play nice but really don't have to.

Last night after the wedding of former man about town John Aksoy and his beautiful bride Juliya, I was lured to the Stay bar on Houston and Avenue A for Lorenza's birthday and karaoke. At the wedding I was joined by my bestest friend Patty Doria, who now lives in Los Angeles. It seems that Venice Beach is the new Nolita, and my old crew lives and plays there. Patty was one of the best promoters around this town for many years. She would bring all the model boys to the bar, and they attracted lots of pretty young girls and other boys cause she rolled like that. Her fashion/gay model crew were put front and center and given free booze by the top joints around town. She was the sugar that attracted the bottle-buying crowds to hot clubs. Alas, as the recession strengthened, her work got scarce, and she and Robert Escalera and company relocated to LA where they are loving it. Stay bar was a blast, and the karaoke infectious. "Betty Davis Eyes" brought us all to tears.

I went to Richie Romero's birthday party at the Gates, a place I haven't ever enjoyed. It has done well finding a niche with a crowd not quite 1Oak but not Quo either. Pretty young things and recognizable club figures glad-handed me, and it felt like one of those old-school places where everyone knew everyone. I had fun ... I'm glad I wasn't that right in panning it. As I headed out, I was confronted by Gary Maholtra, co-owner of Quo. I have said some terrible but true things about him. He actually got in my face, and it got close to being bad. He objected to what I had said, and I told him that he had done something terrible to me and deserved the rebuke in this column. He denied it, and I told him it was a fact and he was a liar. A long moment and a face-to-face glaredown thrilled my nubile date. But then he looked me in the eye and admitted he was wrong, he apologized, and so now it's in the past. He actually is a good person but has in the past succumbed to the distractions of nightlife. He says that's all done now, and he was genuinely apologetic. That's all you can do sometimes, and it's good to have the crap behind us. Quo is doing well, filling a midsize club niche, and I wish them well.

The disaster flick 2012 is by all accounts a disaster except for the fact that it did like $67 million the first week out. I thought if the world was going to end what club would see my final breath. Well, if apocalypse came by flood, I would seek the great heights of the Boom Boom Room or Highbar to drown my sorrows and fears with Jack and Cokes. If it was a meteorite shower, I might take shelter down below in subMercer to laugh it all away with Gabby and Richard,. But if it was insects, I guess I'd go to Griffin, as they seem to have great experience with bugs -- they haven't quite gotten them out yet. Despite financial success, the bugs that run Griffin still (according to my inside sources) elect not to pay their staff ... "Everyone is owed money, the waitstaff walked off until they got some of it. But they still owe them some." Another friend says, "They have been using the waitress tip money to pay bills." What a disaster.