I’m back to not doing what I’m supposed to be doing, and just doing what comes up. Like the 2 year anniversary of Griffin, the club my firm Lewis and Dizon did, but which I actually did very little of because I was off doing something else. Even though it bears my name, I have never gotten around to being there. Something always comes up—or goes down, I suppose. Sometimes I can’t remember which it was or wasn’t. I guess something came up last night—but with all this confusion, maybe I got confused and the event is actually tonight. If it is, I’ll try to remember to attend.

Most New York nightlife denizens either feel like they're too important to stand in line, refuse to go anywhere that's not the “It” place of the moment, or spend their evenings staring blankly at one another—or all three. So it's refreshing to be amongst a group of people who've chosen to go out at night to make a difference. Last night, members and supporters of the Breast Treatment Task Force (BTTF) gathered at Griffin to kick off a month-long promotion in partnership with nightlife favorites like Cielo, the Griffin, and Taj II. The program collects profits from the venues' specially designed signature cocktails to raise money for BTTF's local program, which facilitates free mammograms, diagnostic follow-up, surgeries, and cancer treatment for patients without health insurance in NYC. It's an example of how nightlife can serve a real purpose.

Tonight Kage Consulting -- a nightlife powerhouse firm that holds venues like Griffin and Cielo in her arsenal -- and BlackBook will be at Griffin from 7-9:30PM, fêting the Breast Treatment Task Force (BTTF), a local nonprofit that facilitates free mammograms, diagnostic follow-up, surgeries, and cancer treatment for patients without health insurance in NYC. Instead of simply asking for donations, BTTF has partnered with three of Kage’s favorite cocktail masters, Griffin, Cielo, and Taj Lounge, to bring you specially designed cocktails. A portion of the proceeds from the masterful mixology goes straight to a local New York woman in need. Details on the kickoff event and cocktails after the jump.

Everybody I speak to who is opening a joint starts with “We’ll have great DJ’s and the best service in town.” Very few actually know what they’re talking about on either subject. With some exceptions like Lit, Santos’ Party House and of course the music-based clubs like Pacha and Cielo, good music means they will hire a DJ who plays what the crowd wants to hear and is known to their crowd. Some might argue, “Isn’t that what they’re supposed to do?” Well, sort of. My viewpoint has always been the DJ is number 1 an entertainer, but almost as importantly, an educator. The pandering to the model/bottle crowd has resulted in a musically ignorant club scene. The people spending loot want to hear familiar mixes from familiar DJ’s to go along with the familiar faces that service them in familiar ways. Songs are played to death and then played some more. It’s mainstream music to a mainstream crowd that celebrates the superficial and obvious.

The much-anticipated opening of Kastel in the Trump Soho had me and my pal Stretch Armstrong on the 1’ and 2’s. That’s DJ jargon referring to the equipment we disc jockey professionals use. In this case it was 1’s and 2’s and 3’ and 4’s and so on, as state-of-the-art, up-to-the-minute gear, was of course installed. All the DJs that came by coo’ed something like, That’s the new blankety blank or the new thingamajig. The new stuff had me baffled, fluxed and perplexed for the first 30 minutes of my set. When Stretch showed up and needed to get his Serato (another DJ pro term) hooked up, it was all too confusing. The booth became packed with more “glad to lend a helping hand” dudes than Jenna Jameson's table at a porn convention.

A weekend toiling in my backyard saw hyacinth rearing their beautiful little heads from the recently thawed soil. The beautiful weekend weather roused them, and us, from our winter hide outs. Spring is near. In a flash it will be everywhere. With it comes a shift in the nightlife mentality, as spaces with outdoor spaces sweep the leaves and soot of winter from roof decks and patios. Traditionally spring is the time to open a new joint. Operators generally like to establish a crowd and reputation before the summer takes the A crowds to their summer retreats. Tourists will come to the city and replace migrating New Yorkers. If a club has not created a buzz and dollars for itself before this exchange of DNA, then it may wilt in the summer heat.

After a five year stint owning the Chelsea restaurant Naima , Roberto Vuotto is reintroducing himself as General Manager of the brand spanking new triple threat, Veranda. The bi-level West Village space is a restaurant, discothèque and hookah lounge all rolled into one, and Vuotto, a Capri native who came to New York as a busboy over 10 years ago, has the substantial task of making it all run smoothly. With his latest endeavor, Vuotto hopes to keep the hookahs lit and the music thumping for the next five years, and the five after that too.

So my editor wanted me to write something about Tiger Woods. I thought it was a stretch. I write about clubs and his wife maybe swung a golf club at him. Then it was explained to me that there was some sort of connection between Mr. Woods and club icon Rachel Uchitel. Rachel and I met for the first time when she was dating Tao/Marquee/Lavo partner Jason Strauss and was the director of V.I.P. Services out in Vegas. I remember her being very insistent that I get that title right, so I hope I did. Uchitel was beautiful, intelligent, articulate and driven. Did I say beautiful? She was the go-to gal for tables at hotspots like Pink Elephant, Dune, Marquee, Tao (Vegas) and most recently Griffin. I asked some of her close friends about the allegations of her affair with the Tiger. Although her friends say "probably," I could not confirm the affair. I got a lot of "I wouldn't put it past her" and "she rolls in those kinds of circles." I did get one reliable "she told friends she was friends with him." One in-the-know type said, "She told me she was splitting to L.A. to avoid the papparazzi camped by her door. I love her to death, but she makes things tough on herself." Then I did some checking on Mr. Woods just to see if the "homewrecker" label being tossed around had any validity. It seems Mrs. Woods might have a lot more to be teed off about.

Rachel Uchitel is an accomplished nightclub VIP operations manager who's gotten rather famous, rather suddenly. In a bombshell National Enquirer story that's yet to appear online, a young lady from Las Vegas named Ashley Samson alleges that Uchitel, a friend of hers, has been enjoying a months-long affair with decidedly married pro golfer Tiger Woods; tabloids even speculate that Woods' car accident this morning occurred after he fought with wife Elin Nordegren over the revelations. The media's going nuts over the scandal, so we called Uchitel and asked for her side of the story. "I've had better days," she began.

You may remember Scott Harrison from back in the nineties when he was often spotted in the enclaves of New York’s VIP rooms and parties. After a decade as a club promoter, Scott had an epiphany. The seemingly dazzling world of glitz and status in NYC nightlife was not everything he wanted, after all. He'd soon begin dedicating his life to providing clean water to millions of people around the world. In just three years, his organization, charity: water has raised over $11 million.