March marches on and today is bringing with it 89 degree temps, thank goodness. Yesterday I strolled. That's right I downright ambled. I walked, I tell ya! And I warn you I just might do it again! That is, if this lovely Spring-y weather can hold on for more than a week. No matter. This time next week I'll be paying someone to sit on my suitcase so I can close it and jet off to Miami for the Winter Music Conference and to cover the World Music Awards where Vegas will be heavily represented. Hopefully, this year, the monsoon will miss us. Last year was no bueno. If you're heading down there too or are throwing or attending a cool event and you want me to possibly cover it, email me your event info.

But let me not get ahead of myself.

Wednesday, March 28 I hit Rockhouse to check up on my girl Fawnia, the lovely pole dance teacher who actually put up with me in her class for four whole weeks last summer. Fawnia is the West Coast face of the newly innaugurated International Pole Federation. The lithe ladies came together that night to show off their stuff and it was mightily impressive! That Thursday I popped in on friend Eric Blank's book launch at Gallery P. Blank has penned a wonderful and inspiring children's book, The Success of Robert Fitgibbons and is now on a whirlwind media tour which includes speaking engagements, signings, and motivational seminars. I bought four copies--three for my nephews and my cousin, and one, of course, for me! For my first actual First Friday (yeah yeah yeah, I know) I actually went to the art galleries before hitting the parties! We toured the Holsum Lofts, the Lynn Peri Collection and more before hitting Triple George for dinner and Beauty Bar for the Get Back , still my fave monthly party.

That Saturday, March 3 I was working for a number of publications, covering K-Fed as he hosted Revolution Lounge. The man himself was nice but very mellow. He did a whole lot of nuthin'. Still, any excuse to hit Revolution... Prior to that we tried out Dragonfly, the new Asian tapas joint brought to you by the same owners of Firefly. I recommend the bacon-wrapped quail eggs, the braised shot ribs, and any of the sushi and sashimi platters. Yum...

Sunday night was of course the premier of Paradise City at Simon. Don't ask me what the show was like because I could not hear so much as a word of it over the din and echo of the restaurant. I just sat and ate Robin Leach's cotton candy. But I did get a few moments alone with Jack Lafleur in a corner (yeah baby). "I'm gonna put a great foot forward representing the Hard Rock and Las Vegas," says Jack who spent seven weeks followed by film crews in late 2006. The purpose behind the show, says Jack, is to "show the many different sides of Vegas but mainly to show people pursuing their career goals, their life goals." I asked Jack if there would be any major surprises in his story line but alas, no: "I'm not gonna start crying, I'm not gonna fall over drunk--unless of course its my birthday." And hey, that's next Sunday! Following the premiere party was of course the afterparty.

Down at Body English I was hanging in the Parlor with Colton and Martin Stein when I got the strangest sensation. Am I coming down with something? Hell yes was the answer and that was all she wrote for the next few days. I was laid so low by this cold that I called in sick from work on a day I work from home. Thursday night was the next time I saw the light of day and that was only at 5 p.m. for a photo shoot. Flying high on the adrenaline of having a camera shoved in my face, I made it to the Elie Tahari Boutique at the Forum Shops where Neta and Reagan Silber were holding a little soiree benefiting the Nevada Cancer Institute with Michael Shulman doing the honors on the turntables. Dinner at Red 8 followed and Tao, I'm sorry to say this but Red 8 now has my favorite hot n' sour soup west of NYC. I've tried it twice and it's true. Maybe we'll call it a tie? Still standing but only just barely, I finished up the night with some familiar faces at Tryst.

Friday night I was still paying for such a vigorous reintroduction to the outside world and went to see 300 instead of going to a club. I highly recommend you contribute $10 to the $70M it made opening weekend. Good stuff, people! Saturday night was the annual Jewish Federation Gala hosted by Henry Winkler. That's right, the Fonz! Aaaaaaaay! The food and service were forgettable but Winkler was great and did a pretty impressive job of balancing his duties of both being funny and reverent. Aside from strolling through the Bellagio in a very expensive BCBG gown, the highlight of the evening had to be when we bellied up the video poker bar--hey, we're all class here--outside the Fontana Bar and put our palates into the loving hands of mixologist Sean Bigley of www.UltimateBarChef.com. He does not disappoint! The final stop of the week was Tao where my good friend Ron awaited. There, in the penalty box VIP booth hanging over the main bar, we had a Cornell reunion of sorts and watched the ladies file into the restroom. I do believe a good night was had by all.

Like my grandma told my dad and my dad told me and I'm telling you: If you don't have your health, you don't have anything. And in Vegas if you don't have your health, you're not going anywhere!

This Week The Circuit likes: Wine from Napa, the Weekly's Readers Choice Awards, Lucky Strike, Poly Esther's, Jews, and MTV!