Guys may come from Mars, and women from Venus, but Friday night dance parties are universal lingo. From glittering warehouses to stealth doors at intimate lounges, these slick floors ache for some unbridled dancing debauchery.

● Butter (NYC) - Friday night party Whipped is so fresh, most can't believe it's Butter. Resident hipster DJs Matt&Maia draw out big name fashion folks like Alexander Wang and the Ronsons and buddy up with special guest DJs like Interpol's Paul Banks. Mixed clientele harbor a serious need to put on their dancing Miu Mius.
● Cielo (NYC) - New York's dance addiction reigns supreme. Deep Space house heads maintain the sunken dance floor, which still attracts the pretty people looking to move something.

After-hours house parties in the Hollywood Hills are infamous the world over, and nightlife aficionados Tony Daly and David Judaken considered just that while outlining the concept behind LA hot spot, MyHouse. Co-owner Daly talks fully-functioning ovens and bathtubs in a nightclub where soccer star Cristiano Ronaldo stops by to douse crowds with six-liter bottles of champagne.

How many people get to have an evening honoring their life's achievements attended by famous peers, famous comedians, and the press corps at the ready? Most of the time you've gotta be an old, like Don Rickles or William Shatner, to get such treatment. But Travis Pastrana, at the ripe young age of 25, is getting the star treatment tonight at the Avalon, courtesy of Red Bull, in an unusual event that combines sports with nightlife. A celebration of one's life at 25 might be considered premature for most, but Pastrana has already double back-flipped a motorcycle, jumped out of an airplane without a parachute, and won nine X-Games gold medals.

Dita Von Teese likes to take baths. Last night at Avalon, for her first appearance in L.A. in two years, she took two baths in just an hour and a half, easily more than I take in a few weeks. (I do bathe, just the less glamorous way -- standing up in a shower). Though I'd seen the host, Murray Hill, more times than I can count, it was my first time seeing Dita perform.

There may be a push to a performance-based nightclub scene as more and more clubs explore alternative ways to attract moths to their fading lamps. The Box has certainly led the way for this generation but its shocking, or often described as "disgusting approach," to performance may not be necessary. There are inklings of a burlesque revival, which has small but tenacious roots in places like Corio and The Slipper Room. Dita Von Teese is the grand dame of this genre. I caught her act over at the now-defunct E. 27th Street haunt Happy Valley, when she performed for Suzanne and Kenny. Her performance in an oversized champagne glass nearly drove me to drink. Murray Hill, however, is a performance artist who I have seen for almost 15 years. His act has evolved from a distraction to a big time "show biz" attraction. Murray will be joining Dita tomorrow night in L.A. and I expect sparks. Catch Murray as soon as you can while you can get it cheap. The world just might be ready for him at exactly the same time he is sober and honed to meet the world.

Unlike New York, where socializing slows to a crawl because everyone's in the Hampton's or it's just too plain hot, in Los Angeles, the social scene picks up during the summertime. In your immediate foreseeable future, you will be very busy taking in art, dancing, weird circuses, and getting a visit from everyone's favorite comedy uncle (Murray Hill!) while ogling half-naked women.

You Slept On It: There was a moment, sometime between 11 p.m. and midnight last night where I found myself thinking, "How old am I again?" That's because I was at the Hollywood Palladium, listening to ear-splitting music from the Prodigy, who did a good job of reminding me of my old raver days. I am now old and cranky, was not on any substances, and boy was it loud. But by the time they played "Smack My Bitch Up," my cold, dark heart warmed just a bit.

The deal between the New York Artist Series' head honcho, Joe Dirosa, and Limelight landlord, Ben Ashkenazy, has fallen apart. Instead, NYAS will land at 54 Crosby Street. A deal is in place with Pep Reality to create "a space for special events, filming, and branded experiences;” the space was formerly owned by artist Arturo Di Modica, who designed the Wall Street Bull. I looked at the space a couple of times with clients, and it’s over the top.