When I was king of the forest, and a young bright person would come to me with aspirations of a career in nightlife, I would make them listen to a little ditty: "I will hire you, but you must understand that nightlife is like a roller coaster. You spend a little money to get on the ride and the first thing it does is it takes you up a great hill from which you think you can see the whole world. It broadens your horizons, and the anticipation of what lies ahead is a huge adrenaline rush. Then you plunge headlong into it—fast and fun, steep curves, and drops and spills, and you have barely enough time to catch your breath or see much else. Suddenly it's over, and you basically went around in a circle and didn't get anywhere, and the only person to really make any money is the guy who owns the thing." For the great majority of aspiring Steve Rubells or Noah Tepperbergs, that's all she wrote. Some are satisfied with the gal above their pay grade or the recognition at the club du jour's door, but few make a real career from it. I was very lucky to have worked for so many brilliant men who did, and Rudolf Piper was as good as they get.

Tonight, The World—that Top 5 club of all time—will be celebrated at a reunion party at Santos' Party House. Doors will open at 7pm, because the crowd isn’t getting any younger. The World was located on East 2nd Street, just off Avenue B. It had many incarnations, with the last batch ending approximately 20 years ago. There isn’t a Wikipedia page to tell you all about it. It isn’t in people’s minds much when they reminisce, but all the music that we listen to and all the great clubs that followed owe a lot to this joint. I was the director of the place. Back then, when people asked me what I did for a living, I’d dead pan “I run The World.” Ronald Reagan officially had that job, but I was a far better actor. The ancient ballroom was a perfect place for my talents. A big room with high ceilings where 1500 people could see a show or dance to a big DJ and a smaller room for 700 with a stage made famous in the Talking Heads video for “Burning Down the House.” When we needed more space, we took over the tenement next door and named it “It.”

At David Barton Gym annual toy drive: ● MARC JACOBS - "In Paris, there's a small club called Montana, and there's a restaurant called Thiou. Bars I really don't hang out in. Oh, there's this great club that happens once a month in Paris called Club Sandwich. And it's at the Espace Cardin. And everyone gets super dressed-up, so it's really, really fun. I try to go whenever I'm in Paris, if it's going on. And we stay out all night and just dance like crazy. And in New York, my favorite restaurants have always been the same. I love to eat at Pastis. I love the Standard. I love Da Silvano. I eat in the lobby of the Mercer a lot, the hotel. I usually go to Pastis for lunch, and there's a sandwich that was on the menu, but they don't make it anymore, but I always insist that they make it for me. And it's really fattening, so I shouldn't eat it, but it's chicken paillard and gruyere cheese and bacon. And it's so delicious. It's really good. And it's my weakness. It's just like the most perfect sandwich."

Guess what? Whiny Jackie Burkhart is all grown up...

Robert Pattinson was here in New York for a while, where, like a mirage of tousled sex, he dodged fans while flitting from hotel to bar to hotel. If the young gentleman can ever again summon the courage to return to Manhattan -- and its chorus of “OHMYGAWD ITSEDWARDILOVEEDWARD ICOULDJUSTDIEEEEEEEE” -- here is a list of his favorite places to hide. Stalk away!

There have been some nasty rumors circling that New York (and specifically its Twilight fans) is eating Robert Pattinson alive. Then today, some brash Australian news service tried to one-up Michael Jackson Day by speculating that Kristen Stewart is pregnant with Pattinson's baby. To address these shocking allegations, we went to our most authoritative source on all things RP: our Robert Pattinson stalker intern.

One intern's adventure to "know" the man behind Edward Cullen

A night that began with a quiet and scrumptious Whole Foods BBQ was turned on its ear by a bombardment of text messages about the goings-on at theGansevoort rooftop. The nice weather enticed me to the party, which my friends call "woof.” I asked if that was the real name for the party -- after all, I am a nightlife correspondent, and accuracy should be part of my agenda. I asked my friend again, who avoided eye contact and said, "When it's good they call it ‘woof, woof’,” or sometimes "woof, roof'.” Maybe Sundays are not for answers. The roof was packed, although everybody told me it was a weak night. Apologetic promoters told me that "it’s usually more packed" and that celebrities abound. "Last week, Leonardo DiCaprio and Willem Dafoe were here, but this week we only have Lance Bass.”

“This song is about vampires,” said Eric Elbogen when introducing a track towards the end of his set last Saturday at The Bell House. Then for the song right after, the same introduction. In fact, in 2006 the former music critic and one-man machine behind the Seattle-based band Say Hi (formerly Say Hi to Your Mom) released a whole album centered around vampires, with other previous albums infused with robots and science fiction imagery. In Elbogen’s sixth album Oohs and Aahs -- released on Barsuk early this month and played from beginning to end last Saturday -- he forgoes the metaphors for a more straightforward approach of simple, sweet, synth-infused songs of romance and heartbreak. This time the bloodsuckers are real, but lucky for us they still make for catchy tunes. Say Hi is currently on tour with Telekinesis, but Elbogen took some time out from the rock star life to tell us about Prince and Gossip Girl in our Pop Quiz.

Serge Becker is a partner in New York dining and nightlife staples like The Box, Joe's Pub, Café Select, and La Esquina. His stake in the nightlife industry began as art director at Area and continued with his involvement in some of the city’s most exclusive spots (MK and Bowery Bar). Currently, he's taking a break from nightlife and exercising his green thumb.