Every Wednesday night the hot and sexy South Beach crowd goes to Vita for dinner, drinks and dancing. The promoter’s named the party “My Boyfriend’s Out Of Town,” which immediately makes me think of all the naughty girls who like action on the side when their boyfriends are not looking. What a horny idea. But, because we are in South Beach, the name of the party could just as easily be called “My Girlfriend’s Out Of Town” because the crowd is also full of single guys who enjoy a little loving on the side when their girlfriends are out of town. Another horny idea. The party heats up in an exotic, tropical, garden that is sexy as hell, creating an ambiance that encourages you to go home with someone new. It’s the Garden of Eden for hormonally charged singles of both sexes looking to hook up. Bite the apple, baby. 

Life at best is short. PARTY TILL YOU DIE! 
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While the title to this blog sounds like a front-page headline that you would read in The National Enquirer, it really happened. Years ago (in the ‘80s) Limelight shocked all of New York by being the first nightclub to open in a former church (today it’s an indoor shopping mall.) It’s been some time since someone planned a bizarre event in a building that used to be “holy” ground, but hedge fund honcho, Jay Goldman, wins the gold medal for throwing the best Halloween party of all time. Jay chose the oldest former synagogue in New York on 172 Norfolk Street in the East Village to throw his Halloween S&M costume soiree. The building, which is over 100 years old, boasts a gothic architecture that looks more like a haunted castle than any I have ever seen. The space could have given Count Dracula’s castle in Transylvania a run for the money.

A sexy Asian fire dancer on the street in front of the synagogue let you know immediately that something diabolical was at hand. After several authentic looking vampires helped us out of the limo and guided us into the party entrance, we were handed a blood red alcoholic beverage in a laboratory test tube—kind of creepy, but cool.

Upon entering the cocktail area (the balcony, which in earlier times served to separate the women praying from the men who prayed in the larger space downstairs), guests were greeted by dozens of dominatrixes, slaves, masters and assorted fetish creatures. The food and drinks were spectacular; every silver tray brought out by a waiter carried something more delicious than the previous one.

Professional dancers swung from the ceiling (literally) or wrapped themselves around stripper poles all night long. The leather, lace and latex outfits were outrageous and surpassed any worn in The Rocky Horror Picture Show—and we all know what a fun-filled freak show that was.

My poor brother, Alan, and his wife, Karin, were the center of attention because they were dressed as the squeaky clean-cut couple, Barbie and Ken. I forgot to tell them it was an S&M-themed party so they stood out like a sore thumb and were teased and abused all night for looking like they walked into the wrong party. Could Barbie and Ken have a side we don’t know about? Could they be closet kinks? More than one couple attempted to find out (but they stayed in character).

Stay tuned this week for more kinky photos from the party!

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Rough! Rough! That’s what kind of night it was for the wonderful animal lover known as Wendy Diamond. Wendy is the publisher of Animal Fair, a magazine famous for highlighting the world of celebrities and their pets along with the latest news and info for regular people and their beloved furry companions.

Everyone was excited to enter a pet Halloween Costume Contest at District 36, a new nightclub that was scheduled to open prior to Halloween. All pet owners had made a contribution to the Humane Society prior to the event to help save the lives of animals.

I was eager to show off my teacup Chihuahua named Chiquita in her new orange peace cape (I, too, put on a matching orange peace cape). My best friend, Mina, put on an orange fox outfit that she designed, which included a shiny peace emblem around her neck. Altogether we looked like some sort of Superhero family: Peace Man, Peace Puppy and Peace Fox.

However, when we pulled up to the club, we were told the event had been moved to a bar on 14th Street. Ok, something went wrong and the venue was changed. I’ve seen this happen in New York before. What I hadn’t seen and probably will never see again in my life was 100 dog owners and their pets, in Halloween costumes, huddled together on the sidewalk outside the bar on 14th Street because the city inspector wouldn’t allow animals into a bar/restaurant that served food.

Mina, Chiquita and I joined the street party and made the best of it—including showing off Chiquita on the red carpet—but the organizer, my dear friend Wendy Diamond, was put through unnecessary stress. Fortunately, because the cause is a just one (and Wendy, a sweet one), everyone was a good sport and had fun nonetheless, admiring all the beautiful and creative costumes on both the dogs and their owners. Wendy, our fearless leader, you belong in the Doggy Hall of Fame for your persistence. Chiquita bow wows to you and Mina and I bow down to you!

My beautiful Asian date, Michele, was thrilled she could walk up and touch Ne-Yo’s hand while he performed. I was thrilled to hear Sam Moore perform “Soul Man,” one of my favorite songs of all time! We were both thrilled to be surrounded by 1,000 beautiful and philanthropic people dancing up a storm and bidding on fabulous gifts and trips. We could only be at one place – Denise Rich’s Angel Ball – by far the most thrilling social event of the year. I long for the day that Denise receives the Nobel Prize for Philanthropy for all the work she has done for Cancer research. Now that would be the thrill of a lifetime. She deserves it.

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When my mom, Naomi Wilzig: the Queen of Erotica, throws a five-year anniversary party for her W.E.A.M (World Erotic Art Museum) in South Beach, she wants everyone to feel like a King or Queen. So as each of the 400 guests entered the party, a gold and jeweled crown was placed on his or her head.

Since she is the real “Queen of Erotica” (her museum holds over 4,000 sexy pieces of art), my mom opted for a diamond tiara to distinguish herself as the hostess of the party; but it was her troupe of drag queen entertainers who really stole the show. Two of them were dressed as Marie Antoinette and served champagne from their dresses, which were really tables in disguise. Very clever. Another was dressed as an electric snowflake. I guess when it comes to Queens it takes one to know one. Great party, mom. Now I know where I get my party genes from.

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