Yesterday, I gave you 2 posts, and today it will be a half. Christmas has me going bonkers. Trying to get any of the design stuff finished or even worked on is near impossible, but New Year’s looms, and people are needing to get open, if only for that night. Traditionally, I would open my clubs on Thanksgiving and New Year’s if only to provide a place for those who couldn't travel to family, or for many, many other reasons had no place to go. People move to NY to accomplish or at least chase their dreams, and find themselves far away from those they usually spend Christmas with. The Lewis family Christmas dinner will include a few of these strays, and I urge everyone to look around and see if there is someone you know who could use a place to share in the love.  Bah hum-bugging is not allowed

When the Republicans took control of the House back in 2010, it made some women quiver. They saw into the future, and knew what a GOP majority could mean for their reproductive rights. Now, the battle over Planned Parenthood is in full swing, and some pretty rad female rockers are taking a stand against those looking to take away its funds.

Someone who I always bash said "you can’t go home again." Last night I did, and the emotions are really screwing up my thoughts this morning. There was a reunion for the Paradise Garage, one of my choices for top 5 joints of all time, and it was held at Le Poisson Rouge, which used to be one of the top 5 places I used to run, Life. The event had doors at 6pm, and I unwisely decided to show at 11. It was bedlam. A line down the block, and people dancing in the streets, literally.

Last week, the Village Voice’s Michael Musto offered his list of the top clubs of all time. I reacted with my list, which differed in three places. I then added a list of relevant joints around today. I got over a hundred comments on my Facebook page from a group as diverse as the top lists they offered instead of mine. I will Monday Morning Quarterback my current list and add Don Hill's, although I want a little more “oomph” from my guitar heroes, Nur Khan and Paul Sevigny. Their programming is coming along, especially their Sunday night party, Dropout, which this week featured Ladie Starlight and a live rock show by Miss Guy. This weekly, reminiscent of Squeezebox, is the real deal.

I was born and raised in Jackson Heights, Queens, a nice enough place. I had friends, went to PS 69 (okay, get it out of your system, I’ve heard every joke possible), played Little League Baseball, and on my birthday, had the Kitchen Sink at Jahns on on 37th Avenue. I was popular, I was brash, I questioned everything. I once had a run-in over my stolen baseball glove with a kid a little bit older than me. His name was Johnny Genzale, and he was, generally speaking, a punk, a “must” to avoid. I got my glove back, and after that scrap, he crossed the street every time he saw me. He grew up to be punk superstar Johnny Thunders (New York Dolls and The Heartbreakers). At Max’s Kansas City we hung out once in a while as two kids from the neighborhood. He was always good to me. I was extremely upset when he died, but I was also surprised he lived so long. Dee Dee Ramone told me that he had been whacked by Louisiana assholes. When I was old enough to know better, I went down to the old East Village, which resembles its current incarnation for only a few moments once in a while, and only at a few places, like Lit or maybe Veselka at 3am.

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.

Last night Paper magazine held their sixth annual Paper Nightlife Awards. It's been touted as "our version of the nightlife Oscars" by Publisher and Editor-in-Chief David Hershkovits, and we've been stumbling through the parties right along with them, as they nominate the best new and noteworthy names and places. A few years ago, we emerged ill and inked, "sweating vodka with bright red hearts, swastikas, and the name 'Audrina' scrawled across a back in paint and permanent marker." We're older now, and though we're none the wiser, we've decided not to post about the curious relics we woke up with this morning. Instead, we'll simply recap who/what won, and what we're looking forward to trying out in the near future.

Tonight my itinerary is as follows: grab an after-work cocktail somewhere near the L train (I'm going to guess Crocodile Lounge) and head over to Williamsburg to indulge in my dark side, the side that lusts for tacos and sour cream at La Superior. The restaurant rape and pillaging will be followed by the Ra Ra Riot show at The Music Hall of Williamsburg. A simple Friday night, but you can have a rager, if you so please. In fact, I would advise you to crash The Social Network afterparty at the Harvard Club, because lord knows they'll need you. Or make a reservation at The Hurricane Club and sip from a coconut before you set out to harass David Chang at Le Grand Fooding tonight. The night is yours. But if it were mine, all mine, and I didn't care about things like calories, or money, or sleep, and if I had the great power to manipulate time, here are all of the things I'd hit up this weekend.

Last night I decided to take my own advice and head downtown to Le Poisson Rouge for the release party of Eli “Paperboy” Reed & the True Loves' latest album, Come and Get It. The show did not disappoint. After short sets by the charming Sarah Renfro and the ultra-emotive April Smith & the Great Picture Show (Smith would not be out of place on American Idol), the True Loves took the stage sporting Ray-Ban shades and broke it down instrumental-style before keyboardist/MC JB “30 Seconds” Flatt introduced the star of the show: Eli “Paperboy” Reed.

Ex alt-rocker James Burke, director of arts and cultural programs for the City Parks Foundation, spearheads SummerStage, New York’s beloved annual warm-weather performance series that takes place at Rumsey Playfield in Central Park. For this year’s 25th anniversary, however, Central Park is just one of many spots hosting events under the SummerStage umbrella. Burke and his team have organized 110 free programs at the main stage in Central Park, in addition to events at selected parks throughout the five boroughs, from June through September.