News everybody: Douchey hotspot Pink elephant is now establishing status as its own planet. That’s right. PLANET. I refer you all over to tonight’s incredibly trippy online video invitation here where Pink announces its transformation from NYC Pink Elephant to Planet Pink.

For those of you who couldn’t make it through the four minutes of spinning, silver craters, the gist of the video is that tonight we celebrate the existence of the charming and notoriously fab nightlife promoter Roberto. And according to my sources, his birthday has turned into an excuse for some major extraneous PR and an opportunity for party planners to go giddy with excitement and take everything a step too far. Rumor has it that everyone in Pinkland has sunk a whole lot of effort and cash into transforming the club into an outer space adult playground.

You got it. The theme is ‘Space.’ I’ve heard there will be large (papier-mâché?) planets hanging from the ceiling, additional disco balls with orbits (as mini planets?), extra industrial strength fog machines to create fog up to people’s knees at all times, a play spaceship people can ride in, and a redone interior entrance complete with stars. Reflecting on the theme, all of Roberto’s invitees are requested to wear silver as this will grant them entrance into the roped off birthday area privet.

So am I attending this horrific demonstration of New York nightlife at its absolute most obnoxious? Hell yes! As a longtime Pink junkie, I’m extremely curious to see how effectively they’ll transform the successful club into a theoretically glamorous galaxy.

Will the whole thing look like a Star Trek convention gone wrong?

Will a drunken go-go dancer have an unfortunate collision with a planet?

Will Darth Vader make an appearance?

I plan to find out!

Last night, I went to the Nikon Four to the Floor event at Buddha Bar. For the first time in almost a year, a New York open bar didn’t disappoint me. It truly was an open bar, not a watered-down Svedka vodka only giveaway. They had complimentary hor'dourves, which any starving girl on budget always appreciates, and at one point while seated a waiter dropped an entire basket of sushi in front of me. The event was a little ‘corporate’ as it was mainly for the press, but the music was outstanding. Then all of a sudden, soulchestra extraordinaire, violinist Karen Briggs appeared and played both solo and along with the house music. Beats your average drummer, right? She was actually amazing.





After Karen took her break the night seemed to slightly drag. People started shuffling out to other destinations, and when I saw two seemingly corporate girls in the center of Buddha Bar grope-dancing each other like strippers with a circle of tossed one dollar bills around them, I knew it was time to go home. As I passed, some nice gentleman gestured for me to join the erotic duo. Geez, aren’t men in New York just charming?

Who knows? Maybe tonight I’ll get lucky and meet an alien.