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Okay, we’re shallow, shallow people. Whatever. Sometimes it’s just fun to hook up with models. I wouldn’t know, but I have a couple of moderately douchey but lovable friends who say it’s "da bomb." Models are creatures of another world, a world like Avatar. And though they are scattered all across the city, there are certain nightclubs where we can confidently say “you will be breathing the same air space as a high concentration of models.” So here is our list of the Top NYC Nightclubs To Hook Up With Models. 

Go inside the world of professional DJing with Danny Rockz.

As a manager and partner at 4AM DJs, I’m always arranging performances, events, and photo shoots around the world. Every day, the reports I get back from my DJs sound like the kinds of wild adventures that I rarely get to be a part of as a desk jockey. The people who flock to these stellar international events get to experience the end result of months of prep, but do they really know what a day in the life of a DJ is like? In this monthly column, you'll hear first-hand accounts of DJ war stories, with photos and videos from the world’s best to show for it. In this Tour Diary, you'll read about DJ DL, as he braves the wrath of Irene in the name of a good party. Yours truly, Adam Alpert.

When it comes to nightlife, the W New York Downtown finally seems to be taking the "downtown" part of its name seriously, as evidenced by the line-up of DJs they've secured for a new bi-weekly party at the hotel's Living Room Terrace. Starting tomorrow, with DJ Mia Moretti and her violinist friend Caitlin Moe, and then going every other Tuesday until August 30th, the "Summer Jam" series (lazy name, guys) will feature in chronological order: sophomore clothing founder Chrissie Miller, Paul Sevigny, Jesse Marco, and Jus Ske. (Admittedly, those last two favor the 1Oak/Tenjune/Avenue crowd more than the fashion/art element that's recently cannibalized New York nightlife.)

"Nightlife is the soul of the city."

Technically, Halloween festivities fired up as early as last week, but New Yorkers really get down to business tonight, extending their weekend via The Bunker Club, or The Gutter, and rolling through the weekend with 1Oak, the Boom Boom Room, and the Hudson Hotel, with some lovely Brooklyn markets and parade options thrown in the mix. Enjoy one of the best weekends in NYC, and remember: next year, Halloween will fall on a Monday.

Damn Monday nights. A little while ago I'd use Monday nights to get rid of the idea that the weekend was over, and the next one so far away, by promptly leaving work and tossing back copious amounts of open-bar booze at some after-work affair. This would be promptly followed by a barrage of whiskey on the rocks at Lit Lounge, until I would promptly go to bed around 5 a.m. It made me feel better about participating in the workforce. These days, I'm a bit gun-shy about pulling the trigger on a Monday night. It's dangerous when you've got some real responsibility, but I still get a little antsy. So I'm home in my gym clothes, still trying to look cute for my bf, who is clearly more interested in whatever spread sheet he's glued to. Could be work, could be some kind of fantasy football thing, could be some kind of elaborate date plan he's mapping out. Right. I pour myself a monster glass of wine and think about the fun things I could be doing if it wasn't 10:45 already, and I wasn't an hour away from looking decent.

With Spring comes a veritable shift in nightlife. Not only are rooftops reopening and patios getting their shine on, but people start feeling inspired to jumpstart their social life and there are plenty of new offerings vying to be the jumper cables. Simonez makes a jump to Pravda on Wednesday nights (an attendees sardonic review: "Like the Vanity Fair Oscar party combined with being backstage at Woodstock"), and Mike has started using his Apartment to shoot rap videos. Meanwhile, all wait with baited breath to see what will become of the old Nells/new Scott and Richie spot, which is set to open next month.

Lowdown: This is Manhattanites' Friday night. Whipped has moved to Baddies, the hipster alcoholics moving closer to their hipster roots. Hot Now: ● CV (Lower East Side) - Something has finally been done with the over-saturated spot formerly known as 105 Rivington. Let's see how long this minor revamp will last. ● BEast(Chinatown) - Main Man, Ryan McGinley's night of debauchery, is still in swing. Expect a Misshape or two, Sophia Lamar, and a band of insiders. ● Coffee Shop (Union Square) - One of the true day clubs, chocked full of promoters networking via text message; the basement named USL will be making random appearances throughout the week. Avenue, Boom Boom Room and 1Oak are still great standbys for good times, while the down-belows like Macao's basement opium den, is also great. ● Baddies (West Village) - The former Butter party was screwed with until it finally flew the coop to the basement bar of Kingswood. Resident hipster DJs Matt & Maia draw out big name fashion folks like Alexander Wang and the Ronsons.

Thanks a lot, Gawker. With one swift blog post, you've a) made me feel like everyone I know in this town is no longer worth knowing, and b) launched an incredibly annoying crusade of speculation, called "Is This the Infamous Mike's Apartment?" It's annoying for Mike, who'll have to paint his infamous red door a different color. It's annoying for commenters on Eater, who wish they'd go back to writing about restaurants. But most of all, it's annoying to me, because what good will Friday night be if I don't spend it at Mike's Apartment?