First we detailed New York's cougar dens -- now check out the same stalking in South Florida.

● Club 50 (Downtown/Brickell) -This megaclub is named after the number of stories it rises above ground, but if you’re lucky it’ll be named after the age of the gal you leave with.
● Rose Bar at the Delano (South Beach) - Miami practically invented the bed-as-chair nightclub fad. Now it’s your turn to invent the hookup-with-a-cougar-on-a-bed-as-chair-in-a-Miami-nightclub fad.
● Prime 112 (South Beach) - Nothing attracts cougars like succulent slabs of meat, which is why your greatest competition at this scene-y steakhouse is the menu.

● Casa Tua (South Beach) - Friday night ressies are hard to come by, so plan in advance, unless of course you have an in at the uber-private club upstairs.
● Bond St. Lounge (South Beach) - Ideal for a blind date. A dark room, quick service -- just in case he/she sucks -- and a trendy name are all it takes.
● Nemo (South Beach) - Perfect for a first date with that girl you really like. Not too pretentious, but perf for scoring points early on. Opt for a table outside and romance her under the stars.

Oh, ye old time tested and treasured art of the Bachelor Party. A rite of passage. It signifies an end of one era, heralds another, and reveals just how brilliant or sleazy your male counterparts may be (as if you didn’t already know). Some celebrate with strippers, steak, and one-night stands. Others keep it classy, opting for a day of golf, steak, and cigars. Whatever your forte, gentlemen, South Beach on the Ocean Drive home stretch has this male bonding event covered. A little bit cheesy, a little bit rock 'n' roll. Let the male bonding commence.

Stay: The Clevelander. Enough debauchery for your cousin; enough class for your fiancé’s brother.

Word on the street, beach, the fairs and in hotel lobby banter was that Basel 2K8, as a whole, couldn’t hold a candle to last year’s event. Even so, hordes of New Yorkers made the airborne trek on Friday for the weekend wrap-up. As if Basel-goers needed to clock in more time at the Raleigh hotel, the venue hosted the Tommy Hilfiger & Vanity Fair gala to benefit Free Arts NYC. Regrettably, the soiree can be classified a poor man’s version of the Visionaire event of the previous night (no male models, no champagne fountain).