What started out as a couple of months' worth of distraction has turned into a more-than-a-year obsession. Although my real anniversary was in February, I’ve been so busy with my own personal economic recovery program -- we don't use the word bailout around here for obvious reasons -- that it just slipped by. Yep, time sure flies by when you’re having fun, and in the end that’s what blogging is all about for me -- most of the time that is. Since Rachelle Hruska over at Guest of a Guest introduced me to this whole new universe what seems like 10 years ago, I’ve picked up a newspaper only a handful of times (yes, to see my name printed in it). There is some irony in the fact that I only started to write my blog because my dear friend Tricia Romano packed it in at the Village Voice and went to the left coast to surf and turf. Now she writes for Blackbook covering the LA beat. There’s just too much yin-yang to that.

This Wednesday night, my friends here at Blackbook are hosting a bash for me over at Greenhouse, and although I am bashful (as you all know), I’ll tell you that my dear friend Paul Sevigny, owner of Beatrice Inn, will DJ a set for me. I mean, what else does he have to do? There are a ton of other DJs involved, like Lilly of the Valley, or as he's sometimes known, Michael Calvadis, depending on his hairdo that day. Other DJs include Matt and Maia, Jesse Marco, Lindsay Luv, and maybe Makebish. Things are moving fast and furious.

LMFAO, who has the hit song “I'm in Miami Bitch,” are performing live, and I will be getting drunk. As all my friends and loyal readers know, I only do that two or three times a year whenever I have sex. I’ve invited a hundred really pretty and not-so-bright gals for the cause, and I might even dance. The point of it all is that I’m very happy that Blackbook took a chance on me considering how obviously limited I am as a writer. Writing every day is sometimes challenging, and I’m sure you can tell that sometimes I’m writing an hour before it goes up. My genius assistant Nadeska Alexis and my editors bail me out and make me look much better than I really am. Ask any of my ex-wives, they'll agree.

I don’t want this post to be all about me and my party, so I’ll add this -- I got a phone call yesterday from a couple of savvy owners who were perusing the New York Post coverage of the Harvard study about Marquee. They were wondering who planted that story -- if it was Marquee's publicists, or if the Post ran with it on their own. They asked if the Harvard Business peeps had studied math at any point in their educational careers, since the nightly breakdown added up to around $120k a week, but the yearly revenues were upwards of $12 million. I didn’t read the Post article (pay attention), but it does seem like there's about a $130k per week unspoken for -- or between $6 and $7 million per year. Coat-check and corporate definitely won’t cover that. I’m not saying anything, just asking.