Cruising Around for a Stretch

I shoulda listened to David Bowie. Rock’s O.G. cross-dresser once cautioned, “Never get in a limo.” I thought it would be cool to live like a Backstreet Boy for a night and agreed to tool around in a glossy white stretch. Never again. It has its upsides: Parking ain’t a thing, and even when a doorman’s unfamiliar, you’re escorted right in. But the entire thing is so seductive, you end up face down in the puddin’ before you know it.

The trek was organized by a rep for Blue Ice Potato Vodka, and we rolled into the Viper Room first to catch Lily Haydn, before visiting Hollywood Canteen owner John Kim. By the time we discoed down at Beauty Bar, all I could think was, “Home, James!”

There’s no doubt in my mind A.J. McClean’s road to rehab was abetted by taking too many limos. From Vegas’ V Bar to Hollywood’s Las Palmas, I saw the Backstreet Boy on the scene aplenty. Let’s hope he wins this round. Speaking of stars, check out the pop/new wave quartet Powder at the Gig in Hollywood on Aug. 11.... New on the Sunset Room’s menu: Sunset Rouge, a Cirque du Soleil-inspired spectacle on Wednesdays....You’ll find the fab hip-hop orchestra Dakah at the Conga Room on Wednesday, and saucy go-go gal Christina Carey says Boarder’s has a cool new glam thang, also on Wednesdays. Buzzerella will be rollin’ in her pumpkin. 10-4.