Well, not quite yet. We have one warm-ish day and I swear I can already see the red bikini I plan to wear to the opening of all the Vegas pool parties this season. But then a bone-numbing chill blows in from the Northwest and I find myself at McGee's sporting good sale, investing in a hot pink parka and heading back up to Brian Head, Utah for a daytripper Sunday of the freshest powder this side of the Strip.

Earlier in the week, I warmed up to the week with the Jewish Federation's February Happy Hour at Agave Wednesday night though it was still a few too many degrees cold to be hanging out on that patio but there's something to be said for sipping a PAMA Margarita while hugging a space heater... Thursday night I split my time between Rumjungle's new Skin & Sin promo (well, not quit. Pick up a Weekly on Thursday to find out what went wrong with my little plan) and Tryst.

Friday night I send out the call--or rather, the text--and we hit Downtown in full force. Five strong, we started out in a cushy leather booth in the back of the Downtown Cocktail Room, one that I managed to nearly wreck by spilling a vodka and soda all over. Jeans dampened but never the spirits, we pressed on to The Griffin where I proceeded to dry off thanks to one of the two huge enclosed fireplaces in the center of the room. Damn lemons....

Saturday night consisted of a quick stop at the Men's Club where some very horny men and some very naked women were celebrating the joint's grand opening. I got my first tutorial in the much-touted "Excuse Booth" where one can cleverly disguise one's whereabouts via a buffet of possible background sounds like a bowling alley, casino, or a hospital. So now that I've heard them all, if anyone actually called me from it, I think I would be able to call him on it which is awesome for me, bad news for him. At midnight I was on time for once, standing obediently outside Triq waiting with my party of 12 (!) for the doors to open. When they finally did, it was not till close to 12:30 a.m. Though I was there to see the Nightclub, we were seated in the Lounge which I have already seen. This kinda ticked me off until I realized that the Nightclub was actually the theater. Better we should stay right where we were. We took turns heading up to the theater to check out the set-up and I was honored to get my tour from the man, Steve Wyrick himself. It's not done, is what he essentially said, confiding in me some secret additional effects and structures he plans to "unleash" later on this Spring. In the mean time, Tony Verdugo's Triq Afterhours are now finally on the map, going off every Friday and Saturday from midnight to 9 a.m. With regards to the event's layout, I'd say give it a shot. Like me, some may find that their place is downstairs in the dark lounge, while others may prefer the VIP booths and dance floor on stage in the theater. Either way, isn't that what an "entertainment complex" should provide--something for everyone?

Going to bed Sunday morning around 4:30 a.m., I was delirious and possibly still had alcohol in my system when I was awoken at 7 a.m. and thrown in the back of a car, to be awoken three hours later in Utah. I skied till 5 p.m. and promptly passed back out on the way home. Hardcore, baby! Not a bad weekend at all.

The hard-working employees of many businesses including the Greenspun Media Group got a sweet surprise Tuesday afternoon when a pack of hot men busted into the office doling out scrumptious cupcakes from the Cupcakery and flashing pretty pretty smiles. On their Random Acts of Chippiness tour, the beautiful men of Chippendales also took pictures and handed out signed calendars thus making my officle at the Weekly pad all the more steamy of a place to spend a few hours. Gents, you are welcome in my workspace anytime!

This Week The Circuit likes: First Friday, Purim and K-Fed.

Reprinted from Friday February 2nd.