Our Mid-Atlantic man takes a not-so-shore leave, casting about bars, from Maine to Delaware. By all means, shave his belly with a rusty razor. (He likes it.)

The beloved Bellini turns 60. A toast.

Round tabling it at Manhattan's hotel bars.

Today they appear like two-eyed anthropological finds, but some people—like photographer Lyle Owerko—aren't ready to trade in their boomboxes for an iPod.

A-B-C, easy as 1-2-3? Not quite. Janet Jackson has always stood alone from those other five singing siblings (including the one who brokered Neverland from J.M. Barrie). But with her new album, Discipline, the beautiful, elusive performer steps forward—again—into her own spotlight (and cage). And that S&M headgear isn't slowing her one bit. Michael Ruffino gets in line.

Fear and loafing in the United Nations’ Delegates Lounge.

Manhattan mostly snubs the time-honored suburban tradition of discounted drinks at the appointed (read: dead) hours of late afternoon. But that isn't stopping our budget-challenged bard from finding where 'the ladies' (or bums in drag) drink for free! (Echo that last word like they do at monster truck shows).

The 'Big Love' star instructs on Hollyweird, potato bugs, ‘obnoxious lesbian’ neighbors, and those pesky sex scenes with 'Bill.'