Is Lucent Dossier the Future of Los Angeles Nightlife?

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I think I stumbled onto something big. Except I’m two years late. And it’s so esoteric there’s a good chance you’ve never heard of it. It starts off with a flyer. Once you’re committed, you get an e-mail with a street address. Once at the address, a shuttle picks you up and takes you to a warehouse space in downtown LA. For the rest of the night, you’re exposed to a wild event full of freaks, hippies, goths, and everything in between dancing, socializing, and engaging in a number of cabaret/dance/aerial performances. There’s a lot of make-up and costumes, wigs and props. It’s a twisted experience with a nod to the Victorian era and Burning Man. It’s Marie Antoinette gone wrong, Cirque Du Soleil on acid, but also the best thing that ever happened to L.A. nightlife. As producer/perform Dayna Riesgo likes to call it: "It’s a fully immersive experience where vaudeville meets the future dressed as a Victorian Mad Max warrior." Enter: Lucent Dossier.

Lucent Dossier has been around for almost ten years, producing stage performances of the cabaret variety, traveling around the world, and even entertaining the thousands at Burning Man every year with trippy stylings and, sure, a pinch of crazy. They put together their first large-scale Experience event as an underground party two years ago. It was so successful that they threw another one only two months later, which was busted by the cops. With a proper license, they unfurled their world once again this past weekend. Pre-sale tickets to the show sold out within hours with a maximum occupancy of 470, so they tacked on an extra night, which also sold out. So it only begged the question: what the hell happens at Lucent Dossier?

I arrived around 10 PM, when show time started, with my friend Cat. The warehouse space was as expected—industrial with concrete walls, exposed pipes and beams—but tricked out with laser stage lights and design touches that revisited the mid-1800s. A laundry line of lingerie hung along the beams, a twiggy iron chandelier piece racked high above the dance floor, glittery curtains draped, a loft-style second floor with surprises to come. It was unabashedly theatrical.

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But it’s not the first thing you notice. Cat and I were completely underdressed for the occasion. It was a costume party, or felt like it. There was a lot of fish netting with bare asses, corsets and ballerina slippers, bejeweled and painted faces (thanks to the "Transformation Station" in the corner), top hats and furry vests, feather head dresses, velvet, silver, leather, stilettos, 1920s-style suits, teddies, capes magicians wear, and cloaks that vampires wear. The place was full of theater geeks, neo-ravers, goths, hippies, and what I would like to think was combination of all. Often, we didn’t know the difference between the patrons and the performers, who were also decked out in similar, outrageous period pieces that one would otherwise never wear to, like, The Abbey. Even still, there were "normal" dressers, like skinny-jeaned hipsters, a handful of Asians in J. Crew, a bunch of gays in flannel, sorority girls in high-heels, jocks on MDMA, and real estate brokers with business cards. And somehow it worked. It was a melting pot of scenesters who just let go and be themselves, whoever they might be.

The performances were top-notch with almost a dozen choreographed dance numbers, cabaret, aerialists on rings, and performance art—some comical, some intense. Every ten minutes or so, the dance floor would break apart for these vignettes; then the patrons would gather again when the short show was over. Music ranged from swing to dub step and, again, it just worked. It’s the type of act bars and lounges are trying to deliver in Los Angeles, like the speak-easy style of Pour Vous, a fancy lounge that offers aerialist shows a few times a night. Or even the new Emerson Theatre by SBH, with the cabaret theme weaved into the entire set-up. Lucent Dossier has managed to take all these elements and do it better. A lot better. There was something interesting here, something that felt future-forward and not relying on the past in a gimmicky sort or way. Lucent Dossier was an idea, a statement, a movement. At one point, the host said, "Ladies and gentlemen, everything is a fantasy." And if fantasy is the future, then they’re on the right track.

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Cat and I left just after midnight, when more shuttle vans were arriving with late-night revelers dressed to the goth nines, and we knew we were going to miss the best part. Turns out they concocted a human sundae: a claw-foot tub full of people. "Lucent Dossier would never work in New York," she told me when we were dropped off at my car. And she’s right. Only in L.A., but the L.A. of the future, which is, thanks to Lucent Dossier, now. 

Dumps, Dives, & Holes: The Abbey Ain’t What It Used to Be

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The Abbey has all the makings of a great bar: a convenient yet slightly discreet location, history, cheap drinks, pool, cartoons, Big Buck Hunter, free popcorn, pinball, and a photo booth. Sadly, this killer combination is being disrupted by a new and obnoxious crowd who’ve descended on the historic bar. Let’s call them undergrads.

The Abbey is in Williamsburg, at the corner of Driggs and N. 8th, and has been open since the thirties. The wood floors are worn dark, as is the beautiful old bar lining the left of the narrow space. The mirrored alcohol shelves are framed by bunches of red, pink, and blue Christmas lights that reflect through the narrow corridor, filling the room with an eerie warmth. The wall opposite the bar is completely covered in photo booth picture strips telling a thousand late night stories.

The bar hall opens into a well lit pool room. Usually a movie or cartoons project on the far wall. Comfortable booths line the perimeter, and the bar extends into the room so you can still order from back there, if you can manage to get the bartender’s attention. The prices are reasonable—six dollars for a well shot and a Miller Highlife, and three dollars for a Miller without the shot. Pints of beer run from three to six dollars.

The Abbey’s tried to clean up their act a couple of years ago, and it backfired. They lost their famous weeknight gay crowd, and since then the crowd has skewed younger and younger. Their renovations pushed out the locals, and ushered in a new breed of Willamsburg snots. Four years ago, the Abbey was low key Now, not so much. The last two times we went there with friends we got into altercations with kids who looked like they were about eighteen. This is not the Abbey we used to know, and it’s a huge bummer.

Bottom line: great bar, bad crowd. Go in the daytime for happy hour, or on Sundays for their afternoon movie. Any time when all the college kids will be too busy catching up on midterms, or whatever.

I Will Survive (LA Gay Pride)

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I will survive. That became my mantra about two hours into Los Angeles’ Gay Pride celebration yesterday. Seven hours of standing and walking in the hot sun amidst melting drag queens and beefy men will do that to a girl. I was surprised by the timidity of L.A.’s Pride, especially after cutting my teeth in Seattle and New York, where Gay Pride feels more like a city-wide celebration than a reason to party on one street by the people who live in the surrounding neighborhood. The parade: I watched it. I liked the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, who are always the most interesting to look at. There were a ton of anti-Prop 8 and pro-marriage groups that marched, but they might have had a greater impact if they had they joined together in solidarity.

I was surprised that San Francisco’s mayor Gavin Newsom got less of a rip-roaring reception than he deserved, since he’s the reason we’re essentially having this marriage debate in the first place. Perhaps they didn’t recognize him, I reasoned, though that seemed improbable considering that he is the hottest politician ever to serve our country. (Yes, even hotter than Obama.)

I felt pity for the eensy weensy collection of bisexuals. “Don’t forget the ‘B’ in LGBT,” their placards read. The poor bisexuals are the Rodney Dangerfields of Gay Pride; they don’t get no respect.

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People forget that Gay Pride isn’t just about looking fabulous — it’s about showing off the different sides of gay culture, from the Sober Sizzles (a group that helps promote sobriety in an often drug-addled community) to the mom who held up a sign that read, “I love my gay son,” to the leather daddies and bears. They were all in full force and equally represented.

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After about two hours of drag queens melting in the sun, I decided I needed fortification and ate a burger before heading into the Christopher Street West street party. The party was essentially a collection of vendor booths, a few stages featuring different kinds of music (the main stage, a Latin tent, and — shudder — a Circuit party tent) and people milling about and getting wasted. There was a tent inside the tent called “Erotic City” that featured the S&M and porn booths, and was, predictably, crammed.

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The biggest problem with this entire event was that the music and performances were culled from 1988 (headliners included Terri Nunn of Berlin and Expose — yes, really) making Saturday’s headliners Fantasia and Deborah Cox modern and cutting-edge by comparison. Remember when you looked to gay culture for cues on what we were going to be doing in five years? This seems to be over. Apparently this is due to the process of booking the performers — whoever applies to perform as a volunteer gets considered. Next year, I nominate Lady Gaga to perform as a volunteer, since her music dominated the floats.

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The second biggest problem with Los Angeles’ Pride: there was nothing but men. Big, sweaty, muscled men, as far as the eye could see. The booths inside the official event mostly catered to them; there were mostly men inside, and on the street there were so few women, gay or straight, that I started counting. After about two hours, I finally reached 40 and gave up. As anyone will tell you, a totally male gay party lacks energy. The best parties are a mix of gay and straight, with lesbians, and at the Prides in Seattle and New York, everyone gets into it, not just people who live in the neighborhood. I wondered if the lack of ladies stemmed from the fact that they had split factions; instead of one Dyke March on Friday with the Weho ladies, the Silverlake dykes decided to have their own thing on Saturday and likely stayed home Sunday.

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Indeed, one of the most exciting parts of the day turned out to be sightings of Spider-Man perched on structures up and down Santa Monica Boulevard, a church group apologizing for churches across the world’s mistreatment of gays and offering hugs (we took one), and the discovery of a giant plume of smoke coming from an apartment on fire just up the hill. After walking up to get a closer look (stupid? probably), we ventured back down and considered going to famed mecca of gayness, The Abbey. After yet another muscled arm elbowed me in the head, I thought better of it, packed up the camera, and went home. I had indeed survived.

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Industry Insiders: Costas Charalambous, Hyde Seeker

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The man who takes care of the day-to-day at LA’s hottest nightclubs (Hyde, Area, Foxtail) under SBE’s Sam Nazarian claims he’s a dedicated family man well before he’s a nightlife guru. “I’m family guy, I have two little boys. I have one side — the cool factor, being ahead of the game and in the nightlife scene — but at the same time I have another side that people don’t normally get to see.” Nonetheless, he’s running some of the biggest celeb magnets in LA and is constantly surrounded by bottles and models. Can he really turn out to be a normal guy?

Tell me about your position with SBE. I work the nightlife division at SBE and deal with anything that has to do with our nightclubs. I try to get the same hype and energy into our restaurants. I’ve been with the company since almost the beginning and helped get us where we are right now.

What piqued your interest in LA nightlife? My profession now is completely different from what I went to school for — kinesiology and athletic training. I’ve always been interested in nightlife. I’m European, and I just worked different positions, in many different clubs on different continents. I also had a little restaurant open in Santa Barbara before I joined SBE in the 90s. When the joint venture came together for SBE, and it heard of the proposal, I jumped on board.

How did you first come to meet Sam Nazarian? I knew Sam from way back. He would hang out in some of the places I worked back in the day. I used to do physical training, so I knew him from the athletic club as well.

What was your first impression when you met him? Sam is a very generous, very smart guy, but he’s not flashy about it. That’s what attracted me from the beginning … I knew what his powers could be and a little bit of his background, but he’s not the guy who’s throwing into your face. That was my first impression of him. He’s a very nice guy.

What’s your favorite of all the SBE venues? One of my favorite spaces now is the Area location. I like big spaces; I like the energy; I like the layout.

What are some positive trends you’ve noticed recently in nightlife or hospitality? One that is positive and negative at the same time is the option that consumers have of more locations and more options. It gets more people involved in going out, and I think, in general, more people are going out. This could have a positive or negative effect depending on how good of a grip you have on the clientele and how you stay ahead of the game. We hope to tap into a bigger market and attract and engage. That’s been a big focus for us in the past five or six years. Before, you had only a few locations to choose from. For a long time, there was one spot going strong per night on the weekdays.

So you think people are going out in general more now? I think so … there’s more options, more nightclubs, and it attracts more people to be out there and in the city. A lot of people take the nightlife component into consideration before moving to a new city.

How does SBE maintain the cool factor in venues? We try to keep our heads on top, as we’ve got to know what’s happening today. This is a city, and if you lose a connection with what the people want — you’re pretty much done. We’re very active in what we do, we mobile run it. I’m still active 100% into the trends and the nightlife component. We’re basically selling something that you can’t see and you can’t touch — the vibe. To create that, you have to be part of it, otherwise people won’t come back.

What do you think people are looking for now? It went from big clubs to small locations, and now I think it’s coming back to the bigger spots. They want energy. This is true in the music world also. I think house music is making a huge impact on our society at the moment, and especially in nightlife. I’m Greek myself, and house music was all I grew up with. I’m happy to hear it here and know it’s coming to this side of the world.

Where do you go out? I definitely hang out in more of the SBE locations. One of my favorite locations is the Bazaar at SLS. It’s an amusement park there, you get great food and great drinks, and the ambiance of the people and all of the above. The design is phenomenal. I also love The Abbey That location is by far one of the most exciting, unique places with the ambiance that you could find in the city regardless of the clientele, but that’s definitely that’s a unique space. I love the energy.

You were a Navy SEAL in the Greek Army. Any comparisons between that experience and LA nightlife? From that experience, I learned the respect factor and I use it every day. That experience shaped the way I work, the way I function, the way my brain works. Discipline is key into what we do, especially now because we create the party instead of being part of the party.

Do you have any non-industry projects in the works? I’m looking into an electronic cigarette. They have no tobacco. It gets you the amount of nicotine that you wish you could . And you can smoke it anywhere because there’s nothing burning in the air. Those have been out by Vegas companies, but I’d like to take it to the next level and provide users with things other than nicotine. I’m working with one that would give you energy and vitamins.

What’s your dream spot for a project for any sort of venue? Something at the beach where the party goes on all day and the energy goes through, and the night comes down and sinks into more of the nightclub vibe.

Aside from SBE, who else does it right in nightlife? There’s a few people in other cities that I envy, but I can definitely count those people on one hand.

Anyone in particular? I don’t want to mention anybody.

What are you doing tonight? I’ll be out at Hyde. I’m out and about tonight.

Industry Insiders: Lauran Hoffman, Bubble Lounge Bombshell

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Bubble Lounge at the Brig promoter Lauran Hoffman on the advent of the lesbian joint, the best weekend pick-up spots, and what she’ll be doing to sleep with us.

On January 28th, Bubble Lounge is moving the Wednesday night craziness just around the corner to The Garter at 2536 Lincoln Blvd. Venice, CA 90291.

Where do you hang out? The Abbey is like the most popular sibling in your family. It’s sometimes hard to like because of all the talent it has that can overwhelm even the most hardcore clubber, and it’s impossible not to love. The mere religious and blasphemous connotations of the bar’s name are enough to keep ‘em coming back for communion — into eternity. I dig going dancing at the Garter. They have cool DJs, and when they don’t want to play the song I requested, they say so with so much attitude, it’s almost respectable. Also, it teeters between posh and dive-y. I’ve always thought it’s important to spoil earthy girls and shock the high-maintenance ones for the simple reason that earth girls can’t be shocked, and high-maintenance chicks are bored with being spoiled. The Garter provides the perfect formula to bring home either effect. The Speak Easyis my favorite dive or hang to fall into on a Saturday for the friendliest karaoke, pool playing, or practically free cocktails. Don’t expect to get any bottled water in this place, but if you want an awesome bar to take someone you’re cheating with and grind her on top of the pool table, this is your scene.

You’re also a bit of a foodie. Where do you eat? I eat at the same two restaurants every day for lunch. Axe is so zen, highbrow, and healthy that they can only karmically get away with being open for five days a week. The other days I gladly split with Cora’s. The soups are mind-altering, vegan, and you can eat as clean or as sleazy as your mouth will order for you. Every dish is masterful, and the ambiance does its part in facilitating a nooner.

If it ain’t sexy, I don’t want to eat there for dinner. That’s one reason Gjelina is my new favorite. The atmosphere is European, every dish is sultry perfection. Joe’s is consistently great, scene-y, and comfortable. I sit at the bar where I can dine and people-watch with impunity. Capo is my all-time secret spot that I wouldn’t share unless I was trying to sleep with you, which apparently I am. Not cheap, but then, neither is sleeping with you.

In your own words, what do you do? You know how, when someone forgets to shut a door, you yell at them, “What, were you born in a barn?” Well, I was born in a bar. At least psychically. Having grown up in a small town where if you were outed as gay they’d hang you from the nearest oak — the discovery of my first lesbian bar was like losing my virginity, in the fun way.

There weren’t any lesbian bars on the west side until The Brig welcomed Bubble Lounge on Wednesday nights. This is totally a Venetian phenomenon. Venice has managed to maintain an open-minded hippie and bohemian mystic that hasn’t changed since the ‘60s. I can have dinner at Joe’s, Hal’s, Primitivo, Beechwood, or Gjelina. Go dancing at the Garter, or the Air Conditioned Bar, and totally make out with a chick without getting hassled by the staff, or dudes who think it’s hot and want a three-way. As long as it’s not their date I’m macking on. So the main thrust of Bubble Lounge was to create a scene that would replicate what all the straight restaurants and clubs in Venice Beach do naturally, while making it a predominately homosexual scene including gays, lesbians, and any straight people who want to dive in for the cool energy. In Hollywood dialogue, it’s where the living characters from the series Mad Men would hang if they were real and gay. The clientele is stylish, sophisticated, and stimulating. I have Dave Reiss, the owner, to thank for thinking outside of the box and allowing a once a week event club to grab hump night in his intensely cruise-y, pick-up scene bar.

Who do you admire in the hospitality industry? Ruthie, the owner of the Speak Easy, sings her heart out during karaoke — in between slinging shots and beers behind the bar. She’s super hip and someone whom I aspire to be like when I grow up. Chris is the manager at Gjelina. I’ve been friends with him for 10 years, but that wouldn’t help me finagle a table at the most popular new restaurant in town. He is too unpretentious to even approach with that kind of, “I have juice,” behavior. Last week, when I came in with a date, and she asked him what his job description was, he replied sincerely, “I am the bringer of smiles.” Enough said. Brian Everingham is the man who tends bar at Capo and makes the whole world feel at your beck and call as soon as you step into the room. If I could only get a dame who treats me as well.

What do you see in nightlife these days that you like? I see all bars and clubs becoming more mixed. Gay, straight, lesbian, all ethnicities, everyone. Brown is the new black, kumbaya.

Anything you see that you don’t like? I see only the positive. Which some might think is a real drawback.

What is something that people don’t know about you? I have fixed many people up who are now in relationships together. Sure, some have had children, some divorced after a decade, but I was there at some point to jump in and manipulate their destinies. It’s a dangerous business. I’m lucky to still be alive because eventually a couple will want to blame someone.

What is your favorite album? I’m embarrassed to admit this because it might me look like a nerd-ball with corrective glasses. Not so far from the truth. Let’s just say the last album I purchased from iTunes was We Dance. We Sing. We Steal Things. By Jason Mraz. And the one before that isn’t gonna help my case either: Pink’s Funhouse.

Where’s the best place to pick up girls? The Abbey on a Sunday afternoon seems to be the best thing going for lesbians who don’t mind being out before sundown. It’s a bold statement for a girl to make an advance in broad daylight. But you know if you pull down someone in the day, you might actually get a decent night’s sleep and be up in time for work the next day. Bubble Lounge has also been great for landing chicks thus far. The music isn’t so loud that you can’t have a conversation, and the space creates perfect pockets in which to easily maneuver.

Plans for the future? I do a weekly blog that goes out to all the people who attend my club. It’s a funny, slutty commentary on the whole gay and lesbian dating scene. The blog will soon go out to 20 other gay sites on a feed. Whatever that means. Anyone who wants to get the blog could let me know at myspace.com/bubbleloungevenice.

And lastly, what are you doing tonight? I’m going out to Hump Sushi restaurant in the little Santa Monica airport. Then Hump night at the Bubble Lounge, and then, hopefully a trifecta hump later upon leaving the club.
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One-Day Tour: West Hollywood

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imageWelcome to the gayborhood. Known as one of the most notable gay villages in the country, WeHo is also home to some of the best bars, restaurants, and shopping in all of Los Angeles. The vibe is friendly and the streets are walkable — this is one spot in LA where you can get all you need within a few blocks. The 90069 is filled with hot young things walking their dogs — due in part to the tight rent control in this area (cheap rent!) and the extremely dog-friendly landlords. For the first-time visitor, here’s your primer.

Stay: Chateau Marmont This beautiful, strange, matchless castle on the hill pulls stars for private bungalow overnights and rock-star debauchery. This is the spot to work your kinks out: relax, get wild, hide out, get noticed, anything goes. With all this rock n’ roll wrapped neatly in luxury linens, you may never leave the grounds. You should. But you might not.

10 a.m. Breakfast at Hugo’s. There’s a good chance you’ll sip coffee next to the latest hip producer/director/actor/creative in Hollywood. One of the top spots for power breakfasting in LA. Try the pasta Mama, it’s award-winningly delicious. Tea-lovers: You’ll be delighted to browse the several pages of offerings.

11:30 a.m. Head over to the Pacific Design Center. Browse the 130 design showrooms and the latest offerings from MOCA. Admire the oversized art surrounding the way-modern building.

1:30 p.m. Stop by Ariya and fill up on sushi. Sit in the covered back patio, and definitely order the OMG roll — it lives up to the name.

3 p.m. Put your chucks on and get ready to shop. First stop, Book Soup. This funky labyrinth of books is littered with staff recommendations and rocks an authentic creaky wooden floor. Once you’ve had your fill of the written word, pop over to Fred Segal. Trendsetters rule the roost here. The shopgirls are likely too cool for you, but admire the goods anyway. Next up, Resurrection: Vintage gowns, swoon. In case vintage isn’t your thing, check out A Bathing Ape down the street — hip hop sneakers on a conveyor belt. Then stroll over to Kidrobot and pick up the latest in limited-edition art-tastic “toys.” Whatever happens, make sure you end up at Wasteland, a Melrose institution, filled with the best vintage clothes in the city.

7 p.m. Go see the latest film at The Arclight (you are in LA for fck’s sake). See our list of the top theaters in Los Angeles.

9:30 p.m. Dinner at Comme Ca. Unpretentious French bistro. Try the steak frites and the risotto.

11:30 p.m. Roll out. Have a beer at Barney’s — and don’t be skerred if someone gets loud; the Bean has a penchant for lite bar fights. Wanna chill? Head to Bar Lubitsch, the red Russian lounge with top-shelf vodkas. Wanna people-watch? Head to The Abbey — the hottest cruising spot in town, boys who like boys who like girls who like girls, it’s all here. Wanna dance? Head to Area, of The Hills fame. Bottles, tables, dancing, preferably all three at the same time.

Bonus Round: • In town on a Sunday? Check out the Fairfax Flea Market, it’s a sure bet for funky jewelry, boho dresses, and other awesomeness. • Up late night, err, early morning? Irv’s Burgers opens at 8 a.m.

LA’s Hottest Lesbian Nightlife

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imageMonday is the new Sunday, you know. In Los Angeles, it’s six days a week, at twelve clubs sporting hundreds of eligible bachelorettes — and few ineligibles thrown in for drama. Every night is a good night to meet someone. Check out our daily recommendations, plus a map after the jump. Ladies, time to swerve.

Tuesday Fuse Events own Tuesday nights. The party migrates frequently — be in the know by emailing {encode=”eventinfo@fuse-events.com” title=”eventinfo@fuse-events.com”}. Previously at Eleven, the scene moves to Republic Lounge on September 9, where DJ Saratonin spins a mix of electro, Latin dance, and hip hop. Vibe is low-key with a posh undertone.

Wednesday Aptly named, Booby Trap a roaming Wednesday-night party. Underground club girls take note: The DJs are always spinning edgy electro dance in some gritty Hollywood venue. Space is usually tight but packed with a sweet hipster crowd, so no one seems to complain. Get on the list at {encode=”boobytrap@gmail.com” title=”boobytrap@gmail.com”}.

Thursday Heat, hosted by Fuse Events at Here lounge, brings out a super-young trendy dance club crowd with a mix of lipstick to baby dyke, butch girls and Shane look-a-likes. Platinum at East West Lounge is the place to go to find the 35+ executive lesbian mafia type.

Friday Truck Stop at Here lounge, yet again hosted by Fuse. Every woman on the prowl shows up here. The club hits capacity by 11 p.m. (the lines start snaking through the alley), so get there early, or be able to drop names at the door. Truck Stop bartenders play Coyote Ugly and shake their (fine) asses on the bar every hour, on the hour. The midnight show involves “Pour Some Sugar on Me” and several pints of water thrown around, not to mention the copious, gratuitous body shots or private dances. Old-school die-hards still hit up Girl Bar at Ultra Suede, the longest-running lesbian dance club in Los Angeles. Once a month, roll out with Catwalk; gay boys and girls sweat to electro dance at Vertigos.

Saturday Get on a list. Choose your poison: Girl Bar goes Latin at the Factory one Saturday a month, and Fuse hosts a roving party one Saturday a month (next is August 16 at Eleven).

Sunday Ladies Touch hosts an afternoon party at Benevento in West Hollywood from 2 p.m. to 2 a.m. Also, an unorganized party of lesbians hands out at the Abbey, drinking Mimosas all afternoon. Seasonally, Falcon has lively L Word showings — the cast has been known to show up, hooting and hollering with the rest of the crowd.