You'd think being nightlife editors would mean partying every night, hanging at Bungalow 8 and sharing a stall with Lindsay Lohan--not so much.  But once in a while, we do get a bone thrown to us, and this time it was a chance to crash the tents at Bryant Park. 

Our friends from Havaianas snuck us in to catch a glimpse at the menagerie of fashionistas, celebs, models and socialites milling about.  We even scored custom-made flip-flops to boot.  Note: be sure to check out the Havaianas booth if you get a chance.  Not only do you get your own FW-branded sandals, but you can enter to win a trip to Brazil, goodie bags and other sweet prizes.  By far thee best promos, and cutest staff, we saw. 

Venturing out further, Diana creamed her pants when *gasp* lo and behold, Carmen Electra was standing in front of us getting interviewed on camera.  It was a lot of rubbernecking as D could not decide whether to approach the Baywatch beauty for an interview, photo or hug.  She opted to walk out with her dignity and do nothing.

"I fucking hate myself," said Diana, "What kind of journalist am I? Her hair was so shiny, I got confused."   

We then stole grabbed an armload of literature from the front desk before walking out the front door and down the stairs.  Cameras clicked, but no one stopped to ask us who we were wearing.  The nerve!  I don't bust out my cowboy boots for just any old event.  And Diana even had boobage showing! Sure, snap away at all the Gucci sandals and Marc Jacobs blouses... but when are you ever going to have the chance to see a rare vintage Costco-brand leather envelope purse.  I'm sure there's a paparrazo out there kicking himself for missing this opportunity.  For shame.

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Ever wanted to bed down a MySpace slutbag? Well, MTV's giving you just that chance.  Go where thousands (including Jared Leto) have gone before when "A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila" airs October 9th. 

And don't worry.  Miss Tequila is an equal-opportunity heartbreaker/lovemaker--both men and women will vie to become her #1 friend.

From TV Week:

The 10-episode series will feature contestants who want to win the heart of Ms. Tequila, who has more “friends” than anyone in the history of the online social network MySpace.com.

MTV says Ms. Tequila is a bisexual, which means the contestants on the show will be sixteen straight guys and sixteen lesbians.

“The finalists move into her mansion, live together, and each week Tila will narrow down her suitors. “Every episode will culminate in a dramatic ceremony unlike anything you’ve ever seen before,” according to the network.

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It's lights out for Mr. Black, the popular gay speakeasy on Bleecker and Broadway, after cops raided the club and arrested 17 staff members over the holiday weekend. According to GaySocialites.com, the staff were taken in for "criminal nuisance"--in other words, turning a blind eye to the blatant drug dealing and using taking place within the venue.  According to one patron,

"Everyone knows you can do drugs without hiding at Mr. Blacks," our source explains. "It was almost like the staff there protected the drug users and dealers from police," he added.

Protecting them from the police?  Sounds more like they were protecting their own asses... I know I wouldn't want to be the one to rat out a stilleto-ed 7'2" queen.  Especially one on meth.  I once went to a hotel party where my date's cousin was all hopped up on ice and watched him rip the bathroom door of its hinges before jumping from the the third-floor balcony on top of a car. And dude was only 5'6".

As the story unfolded, the good news is, none of the staff has been charged.  The bad news? This ain't the first time the club has been investigated. 

"A police spokesperson said cops have been assaulted at the club multiple times in the past when called to break up a disturbance.  In one incident, a bouncer who worked for Mr. Black was also arrested after he and three friends robbed a nearby bakery at gun point."

Robbing a bakery?  Are we in Kansas?  Unless of course they robbed the Doughnut Plant in the Lower East Side.  Now those are some HUGE donuts! But those motherfuckers always run out of the goods so early in the day.  If I trekked all the way from a sweaty gay club just to get a fresh piece of Tres Leches, and just so happened to have a gat in my purse, I might consider armed robbery, too. 

But anyway, back to Mr. Black.  The club is shut down indefinitely.  Let's just hope that this is the REAL story, and not just som elaborate Department of Health cover-up. Ahem.

It's lights out for Mr. Black, the popular gay speakeasy on Bleecker and Broadway, after cops raided the club and arrested 17 staff members over the holiday weekend. According to GaySocialites.com, the staff were taken in for "criminal nuisance"--in other words, turning a blind eye to the blatant drug dealing and using taking place within the venue.  According to one patron,

"Everyone knows you can do drugs without hiding at Mr. Blacks," our source explains. "It was almost like the staff there protected the drug users and dealers from police," he added.

Protecting them from the police?  Sounds more like they were protecting their own asses... I know I wouldn't want to be the one to rat out a stilleto-ed 7'2" queen.  Especially one on meth.  I once went to a hotel party where my date's cousin was all hopped up on ice and watched him rip the bathroom door of its hinges before jumping from the the third-floor balcony on top of a car. And dude was only 5'6".

As the story unfolded, the good news is, none of the staff has been charged.  The bad news? This ain't the first time the club has been investigated. 

"A police spokesperson said cops have been assaulted at the club multiple times in the past when called to break up a disturbance.  In one incident, a bouncer who worked for Mr. Black was also arrested after he and three friends robbed a nearby bakery at gun point."

Robbing a bakery?  Are we in Kansas?  Unless of course they robbed the Doughnut Plant in the Lower East Side.  Now those are some HUGE donuts! But those motherfuckers always run out of the goods so early in the day.  If I trekked all the way from a sweaty gay club just to get a fresh piece of Tres Leches, and just so happened to have a gat in my purse, I might consider armed robbery, too. 

But anyway, back to Mr. Black.  The club is shut down indefinitely.  Let's just hope that this is the REAL story, and not just som elaborate Department of Health cover-up. Ahem.