According to the calendar, New Year's Eve is still six months away. But you'd never know it from the faces at Herman's Hideaway on this steamy Friday night. The place is packed, with a line pouring out onto the sidewalk. Inhibitions are stacked at the door like so many unneeded winter coats. Everyone is drinking heavily and mingling like it's the last major blowout of the year. There are disco balls, confetti and a bubble machine. The sexual tension is palpable; half-naked chicks are... More >>>