Ah, the Housing Works Fall Book & Gin Mingle — a delightfully debauched affair, filled with publishing types and those who love them. And Chuck Klosterman! Despite the over-imbibing of the Belvedere and Moet from Wednesday evening's Spy party , Team Party Crash roused itself out of its immortal hangover Thursday to lumber up the street from Gawker HQ to the Housing Works Bookstore Caf last night, where we forked over $10 and a used book (we hauled along a dating manual from the Gawker discard bin) and made our way to the open bar.

Intrepid Gawker photographer Nikola Tamindzic didn't stop with just three Halloween parties. Oh no. Last night, Nikola hit two more, these obviously more calendar-appropriate. First up is the Shindig party at the LES's Videloand, a cobbled-together space that was so dank that Nikola's camera occasionally manifested an "until-now-unseen '70s foggy soft-focus look." Enjoy the soft focus here (with Nikola's gallery here). Beyond that, the Motherfucker party lay in wait with a bloody-prom Carrie theme at the Roxy. Completely NSFW, including abortion humor; view the gallery at your own risk (or risk even more for Nikola's version). If you dare, you can also view all this year's accumulated Team Party Crash Halloween photos in one giant gallery. Now, start working on those Thanksgiving costumes.

^{Dating columnist Julia Allison, wearing condom armor to Nick Denton's party, proves that there is life after commenter execution.}

Last night saw the show-party for Surface magazine's ninth annual Avant Guardian awards thing, where various fashionably clad seraphs alighted briefly to celebrate the best in commercial photography. The occasion took place in the vast white vault of Splashlight Studios, all the better to highlight the Big Art Pictures and mobs of Tiny Skinny Men and Their Women. Two thousand guests were predicted, though that might have generously included everyone who just stopped by for a drink, the catering staff, and occasional passerby. Nevertheless, videographer Richard Blakeley plunged in to bring you a ghastly clip, which is notable chiefly for some Project Runway person flipping off the camera. Beyond that, house photographist Nikola Tamindzic brings his own finesse to a gallery of the absurdities in attendance; you can examine his further full gallery here. Enjoy the video after the jump, plus Intern Stephanie digs deep and tries to capture the scene, that it may never again be loosed on an unsuspecting public.

They say the first year is always the hardest for both marriage and websites, so it makes sense that when that mark is hit, one would want to go out and get shitfaced. Last night, the boys from Thrillist did exactly that, inviting perpetual troublemakers Intern Heather, shutterfly Kate, and dance-happy videographer, Richard Blakeley along for the ride. The tequila-soaked lovefest saw standard-issue stripey shirts and skanks spazzdancing with kids from College Humor, Converse, and News Corp, which left us wondering ... would a Daily Candy party ever involve this much douchebaggery? Probably not. In the clip above, observe the various hot new dance moves practiced by various attendees. And you may enjoy a further photo gallery here.

The self-deputized Alcohol Beverage Control officers of TMZ.com have once again used their clever cover as celebrity-obsessed documentarians of the every entrance and egress of notable persons from local drinking establishments to spring a trap on the hotspot they've been assiduously monitoring for possible legal infractions, noting the presence of the 15-year-old "JoJo," allegedly a "pop tart" of some renown, at Hyde last night. Regrettably, a food-service loophole (undoubtedly the reason the venue offers its wholesome chocolate chip cookies) prevented TMZ from making a sidewalk jailbait-collar, but their camera-wielding citizen-deputies made a valiant attempt at salvaging the disappointing evening by shouting at Lindsay Lohan as she pulled away from the club, hoping to capture the kind of exclusive accident footage needed to adequately replace the clip they'd hoped to get of a teenager being jammed into the back of a police car.

Last night saw a book launch party at the Hotel QT for photographer Joan Sinclair's Pink Box: Inside Japan's Sex Clubs. The party itself seemed to draw more Japanophiles than Japanese, though a few from Nippon were in attendance. Also spotted enjoying the pool-humid ambience were newly unemployed gossipist Lloyd Grove, one half of gossip duo Rush & Molloy (formerly paper-mates with Grove at the Daily News, natch), and Z-lister/prehistoric MTV veejay Karen Duffy. We're told that our videographer, Richard Blakeley, did at one point strip to his skivvies and wade into the pool, but fortunately for us all, that footage will remain part of his private collection.

Friday:
• After polling New Yorkers on their thirteen worst fears, Pyscho Clan founder Timothy Haskell based his third annual fright fest based on the results. Shit yourself in a haunted house in each borough. [Haunted House NYC]
• Williamsburg celebrates Friday the 13th and its paraskavedekatriaphobia (a fear of Friday the 13th) with an art gallery that explores common phobias you love to hate. [WUNYC]

It's a bright and sunny day, but shit's colder than Satan's third nipple out there! (We adjust very slowly to climate change.) While we fix you some hot chocolate, warm your soul with Blue States Lose, where we play martyrs and look at pictures of fucked-up hipsters on The Cobrasnake, Last Night’s Party, Misshapes, and Ambrel so you don't have to. After the jump, Alex Blagg dances on the ceiling.

On Monday, Radar enlightened the world on the matter of Priyantha Silva, a notorious and omnipresent Manhattan party crasher known for his drunken, sweaty sketchiness. In order to gain admittance into exclusive events, Silva assumes the identities of Conde Nast editors or resorts to screaming the proverbial "do you know who I am?!" But Silva's no fool — his party crashing is at least half-calculated, judging from this email he sent out yesterday:

Last night, Intern Heather, Wingwoman Kate, and erstwhile Gawker videographer Richard Blakeley hit the "Target Red Room," a.k.a. Meatpacking District lounge Bed, for an afterparty dedicated to English pop crooner James Blunt. The attendees included the "Beautiful" (and by "Beautiful", we mean "greasy as fuck") Blunt himself, some cast members from Blue States Lose: The Musical, and a bunch of sluts. The result is the video above, featuring more tard-dancing than ever collected in one clip, plus an ample photo gallery (with captions, even!) of various unsavory characters. Abandoned on the cutting room floor was footage of Blunt crying tears of grease over the fact that partygoers (especially the Gawker Intern and her trusty sidekick jumping spastically on the bed) enjoyed Toni Basil waaaaay more than his craptastic album. Heavy hangs the head that wears the crown of specious hipster fame.

• Dark Side of the Cop is a pop group that syncs their music to their inspiration, Beverly Hills Cop. Kind of like Pink Floyd and The Wizard of Oz, but without the munchies. [flavorpil]
• VH1 throws a preparty for Hip Hop Honors Week, their earnest attempt to honor the music they never actually air. Nevertheless, it's the thought that counts, so go and view a gallery of photography and graffiti art while dancing to old school DJs. [Powerhouse Arena]
• Nick Lachey croons about how Jessica broke his heart as he silently undresses Vanilla Minillo with his eyes. All this and more can be yours for only $40. [NYM]

• Magazine freaks and design nerds alike flock to the Megazines exhibit, a collection of magazine covers throughout the years. [Visionaire World]
• Chanel and Cosmo team up for an event, the purpose of which doesn't matter, as there will be a goodie bag and cocktails. [WUNYC]
• Long past the days when they were content enough to play music in an actual basement, Basement Jaxx plays at Webster Hall tonight. Dance your ass off and talk about how much you loved that video with the monkeys. [flavorpill]

• Join Matt Groening, creator of the The Simpsons and Futurama, and Gary Panter, former set designer for Pee Wee's Playhouse, as they discuss the art of silliness. [Upcoming]
• The Lower East Side Girls Club hosts a celebrates its 10th anniversary with a benefit gala featuring local hero Rosario Dawson as mistress of ceremonies. In traditional, over-the-top fashion, there will be uninhibited flamenco dancers and unlimited desserts. [Girls Club]
• Nixon (played by Gerry Bamman) and Kissinger (Steve Mellor) relive August 7, 1974 for approximately 75 minutes. Another night, another scandal for Nixon's Nixon. [Nixon's Nixon]
• If you're struggling along Park Avenue at 10 a.m. on Wednesday morning, you're probably running into congestion from car-porn aficionados jacking it to the parade of new and classic Audis. [Jalopnik]

• Meet Priyantha Silva, the drunken leech who feeds off of Manhattan's more exclusive social scene. As a semi-professional gatecrasher, he poses as Conde Nast editors, claims to be a producer, and like a true ass, pulls the "do you know who I am" routine at doors. Maybe he could go work for Page Six? [Radar]
• This weekend's Saturday Night Live featured a parody of "New York Stories," with Fred Armisen and Amy Poehler playing Lou Reed and Patti Smith, respectively. Their moaning about CBGB and the evils of gentrification is disturbingly spot-on. [YouTube]
• A special moment between New Yorker editor David Remnick and Jon Stewart that you missed — because you, like the rest of the world, couldn't get tickets. [Jazz in Strange Places]
• Will James, beloved cartographer and creator of the grid for our Subway Smell Map, had a nasty server crash last week. Drop him a little recovery change if you can. [onNYTurf]
• Radar publisher Katherine Rizzuto ditches Maer Roshan's pet project before the magazine even launches. Apparently things were so bad, she opted to go to Conde Nast's Bridal Media group instead. [FishbowlNY]
• Getting people to sign off on being ridiculed by Borat is easier than you'd think, considering people are stupid. [Newsweek]

^{"Ride the snake! That's what Seymour Hersh told me to say."}

• The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, the novel turned Broadway play turned movie turned TV series turned off Broadway revival, features Cynthia Nixon as the eclectic Scottish schoolteacher. Have fun finding tickets. [Paper]
• Tired of American indie pop groups? Don't worry. The Islands are Canadian. Go and support America Jr., won't you? [flavorpill]
• In a union of c-list glory, Lisa Marie Presley performs with Ryan Cabrera, who happens to be sleeping with her model/actress daughter. Good to hear that it's a family affair. [NYM]

Friday:
• Indie cred-bearers Serena Maneesh and Dirty on Purpose hit Warsaw to try and rectify the musical damage wrought by "SexyBack." [WUNYC]
• Film Forum shows The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie, the 1972 satire of the lives of the rich and richer, comes complete with cocaine deals and a very long dinner party. Socialites should take copious notes on their Sidekicks. [flavorpill]

It's a gloomy Friday, your hangover amplified by gray skies and a shit-it's-really-fall chill in the air. Other than a Bloody Mary, there's only one thing to lift your spirits, and that's making fun of dumbass hipsters. And so it's time for Blue States Lose, wherein we look at the heartbreaking photos on The Cobrasnake, Last Night’s Party, Misshapes, and Ambrel so you don't have to. After the jump, Alex Blagg panics! at! the! disco!

• A Chorus Line debuts on Broadway after a 16-year hiatus; ticket scalpers are able to pay rent for the next three months. [Paper]
• Ever wonder what millionaires do in their spare time? They write cookbooks. As if they ever cooked for themselves. [B&N]
• The Fever perform one last show before they part ways. Every good break-up needs "organ grinding and slightly drunken horns." [flavorpill]