Tonight, by means I cannot disclose, you-know-who- and I went to a party in HW launching the new models of Jaguar cars. Let me just say that I wish Icould pronounce the word "jaguar" the way these guys do...like the commercials, they add three vowels and two syllables to the word..and no matter how hard I try- I just can't get it. It was chock-a-block with chic, handsome men in suits, plentiful cupcakes, women in their finest lurex, and a DJ/Orchestra ensemble that stretched the boundries of musical entertainment. Chard, Kir Royale, Chard, Valet. Heading back to Venice, we stopped by the Townhouse, which has been around since THE BIRTH OF VENICE. Opened in 1915 ( I think) it has a 5-7 happy hour and is always a great little dive bar to fall into. It has gotten a bit hipster lately...HIPster literally. Tonight was" Red Light Wednesdays" where amateur Betty-Page'ers scoot along the bar, doing their best Frederick's of Hollywood catalog impressions. Don't get me wrong, I am a fan of a sexy gal, some seductive dance moves and great lingerie, but tonight's performance was a bit aspirational. Generally- I recommend: Relax at the Townhouse whenever confronted with a where-to-go moment, it's s a very  local scene- with a pool table , strong drinks and chill people.