New York

6pm Tuesday, Oct 21 at Village Pourhouse: 64 3rd Ave at 11th St; 212.979.2337

Your powers of perv'll blossom as you compete for bar tabs & a fat cash prize on this Penthouse pic-using version of the Megatouch bar staple. On hand to judge: Sept 2007 Pet of the Month Justine Joli, known as "the world's hottest geek" for her enjoyment of anime, cartoons, and Macs; and 2007 PotY runner-up Krista Ayne, who's also graced the covers of Strip Las Vegas, Biker, and Eyecare Business -- you could practically hear her AcuVues huffing "We're up here".

26 E 17th St, between Broadway and 5th; 212.414.0600

From a former Employees Only chef, this street cart turned full-fledged eat-in/take-out bistro tin-plates up a wide range of hormone-free organic sausages (beef, chicken, lamb, turkey, and pork), each skewer-grilled and served inside hollowed out baguettes, to be slathered w/ traditional condiments or toppings like cheddar jalapeño, yogurt mint, or truffle gruyere. Just like Sabrett's, except it's truffled. And gruyere.

Prince St sidewalk, between Greene and Wooster

Sourced from Peruvian cotton and hand-printed in Bklyn, these incredibly soft enzyme-washed tees, henleys, and sweatshirts are graphic'd up with soothing b&w maple tree silhouettes, eagle feathers, and ocean scenes -- a print also available on Flux's ties, should you want some ripples 'twixt your nipples.

7-11pm Thurs at Bath House: 540 E. 11th St, between A and B

Hit this one-night-only pop-up show for gratis Cognac and sensually-themed art from a motley crew of locals like One9, Wash Heights graphic designer M. Tony Peralta, and Heather Hunter, the Bronx-born ex-pornstress who's also opened a DUMBO gallery, recorded an 18-track rap album, published an erotic fiction novel, and at one point dated...Bill Maher (it was a Real embarrassing Time for her).

This GMap displays every NYMag restaurant review, letting you splice data by cuisine and cost ($-$$$$), or by red "critic's picks" icons and blue ones, i.e., not critics' picks but still noteworthy -- places like Margon on 46th, and 79th Street's First Hungarian Literary Society, which NYMag says "has the potential to completely destroy your 30-days-to-killer-abs regimen", you Hungary, Hungary hippo.