Yes, it's late on the Friday before Labor Day and to no one's surprise, Alie and I are once again still in the building. But before you start feeling all sorry for our pitiful souls, just witness what hilarity ensues when no ones around.

The largest lobster festival in the land may be two weeks away (and sure, who can think of anything past the long weekend?), but we've got major lobster on the brain—for Alie, quite literally. Even the lobster gallery is joining in with applause.

Yeah, we know you want in on this late night workahol-party—if you can get past the big, buff bouncer we got downstairs.

G'night party people! Enjoy a labor-free weekend. 

Summer should be ducking quietly out the back door, but instead it's flopped on the couch, burping, and won't leave.

It's hella sweaty out there, bro.

Some locals may have chosen to fly to Hoboken to hang in their aunt's doughboy, but if you're left stranded in LA, looking for a way to say goodbye to summer with a ferocious kick in its pants or perhaps a soft kiss on its scorching cheek, I suggest:

Friday

Rock Insider's night of gloriously indie LA music at Pehrspace

Chromatics at White Slave Trade- some place behind the Bob Barker puppet theater in beautiful Historic Filipinotown (122 Glendale Blvd--enter in alley off Colton).

Guy's Guys is closing at Gallery 1988 

Spend the night on the roof at Thank Tank, then wake up for a weekend of radtastic seminars about art and transportation and karaoke

Saturday

Jonathan Edle-something's (fine, Edelhuber) shows his effing weird, cool anachronistic paintings at Carmichael Gallery 

"What Ever Happened to Baby Jane" at Hollywood Forever 

As for Sunday, I'll be chillin' on a roof or sneaking into your neighbor's yard to chillax in their hammock, resting up for the Happy Hallows show at the Echo on Monday. Huzzah!

See you near the big bucket of ice and sodas, or over a grill of dead chickens.  

Laborically yours,  

Getting the flu during the worst heat wave in the summer? Miserable, let me tell you. I've been sneezing and coughing and getting drunk on TheraFlu all week. But I've kept up on the scene, vicariously at least.

First off, did anyone catch Hyde owner Sam Nazarian flex his thespian muscle on "Entourage" on Sunday? I really need to get HBO. Meanwhile at Hyde this week: Mel B had trouble controlling her hormones and LC hid from the paparazzi, which is kind of like going to The Ivy and getting annoyed that there are cameras.

Over on E!'s "Dr. 90210," Les Deux's bartender Brian got his perspiration issues in check by having the sweat glands under his armpits Botoxed. (Umm...) Paris and Stavros, however, probably didn't stay as dry when they reunited at Les Deux this week.

Before I crawl back into bed, I leave you with a photo gallery of Les Deux from last Tuesday's party. Click in.