The Cool Come In Out of the Rain and They Look Slick

Shazam. Something about Saturday night’s rain burst put everyone in a super-sexy mood.

At North, a new night spot on Sunset Boulevard that’s so red-hot it’s got no signage, nearly every chica sauntering about was sporting a shimmery tube top, no doubt praying it wouldn’t slither south as she tossed ‘em back. Maybe this unseasonal phenomenon occurred because word got out that David Schwimmer was in the house--nothing like a big-time TV star to get the ladies to turn it out.

Schwimmer was dining in the tiny venue’s back room with Joey Slotnick, another tube-age lad (recently showing up as “Sam” in “The Single Guy”). Now, here’s where it gets interesting: Sitting across from Schwimmer was Shoshanna Lonstein, the ex-pa’dner of one of the biggest guys in TV ever, Jerry Seinfeld. For the record, Shoshanna was not wearing a tube top. . . . Even more “must see” than busty babes, however, was the star power at the Coconut Club, which showed that TV’s old school still knows how to pah-tay.

What could be cooler than watching Phyllis Diller, dressed in a sequined gown, hit the dance floor to Lou Rawls singing “Lady Love”? For our dime, absolutely nothing. Rawls, who performed at the Beverly Hilton’s newish club Saturday, has still got it too, with his booming baritone luring ladies and gents out to dine and dance on a La Nina night. Another TV lass of yore, Joan Van Ark, was busting a move with the best of ‘em, too. I even picked up a new move myself--call it the Old Man Shuffle. Dressed to the nines in fedoras and tailored suits, elder gents were showing that less is more. Many barely moved out on the floor, but they still looked cool. Style for miles . . .

Speaking of style, “Hot Pants” is back. Not the shorts--although I think they’re back too--but Hot Pants the club, which returns to Mr. T’s Bowl in Highland Park on Saturday with a big “Turkeyfest.”

The reason we’re so excited is Tracy & the Hindenburg Ground Crew is kicking off the festivities at 9 p.m., and there just ain’t a better damaged art poet in town than Tracy Thielen. For real. Also scheduled to create a ruckus at the T is Pong, Down Girl, Barnacle and Kittens for Christian. Now kids, that’s entertainment.