If this film doesn’t make you want to go out and paint the town red, you are officially BORING. BlackBook intern Caroline Seghers pulls back the curtain and reveals what exactly the kids are up to these days. Exposing the debauchery in these salacious boîtes de nuits is no easy task, but this is guerrilla filmmaking at it’s most fabulous. Mostly filmed over the past two months, Seghers features nightlife partygoers and party-throwers (such as Terry Casey, Michael de Guzman, DJ Vikas, and host Lindsay Lowe) and hops around to hopping venues like Hotel Chantelle, Le Souk, Webster Hall, Top of the Standard, and even a secret afterhours spot.

We day-walkers believe Tuesday night is not meant for raging. Where premature partying is concerned, it's widely accepted that Thursday night is the official unofficial start the weekend in the city. So what to make of The Wolf Party at Le Souk Harem held on, of all days, a Tuesday night? It's there you'll find those nocturnal creatures that believe every night out is the weekend.

Steve Lewis has it right: these are the good ol' days. They're good because there's something for everyone, and you can change your something on any given night. Take Kristina Marino. Her blog, The Downtown Diaries, chronicles all things nocturnal in lower Manhattan and Brooklyn—her own weekly imbiberies are chameleon-like, but they're also true to herself. She likes a nice local bar where everyone knows her name, she takes chances with new parties, and she doesn't judge a restaurant by its dress code. Here, her weekly spots to be scene and be sceney.

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.

● Le Souk Harem (Greenwich Village) - East Village pariah/magnet Le Souk adds "Harem" to the name, signals that it's not going all PC yet. Belly dancers, hookahs, general debauchery spread out over massive tri-level space. Start this thing off classy. You’ll eventually make it down to the Mars Bar level. ● Little Branch (West Village) - Apparently, "little branch" is Native American slang for "get loaded, righteously, with elegant grace and speed." Subterranean lounge known for stiff pours. Will definitely kick-start a couple of weeks to not remember. ● Superdive (East Village) - Bottle service is so 2008 -- hook us up with a keg, brah! Adult supervision not an emphasis here, therefore good launching pad for the myriad enticements of the EV.

● Le Souk Harem (Greenwich Village) - Le Souk supersizes, brings similar atmospheric scene. ● Crosby Street Hotel (Soho) - Spendy Brit import lands on quaint Crosby Street. ● Ajna Bar (Meatpacking District) - Jumbo Buddha is gone, as is the Buddha Bar name, thanks to catfight with the Parisian original.