Because of the New Year’s wonky position in the week, I ended up “celebrating” for five doggone days. Things kicked off for me with “Men In Black,” the 13 Black Katz with PRE NYE at the Met Building. I know I say my two cents about them being the more seasoned of the partygoers, but they get clean in a way that even the most formal of freakum dresses or True Religion trousers couldn’t hold a candle stick to! Even if there had been no music or mingling, I would have been thrilled with just standing at the entry way watching the impromptu fashion parade. Based on the carelessly created quick weaves with tacky 2013 tiaras glued on top that were a recurring tragedy among the more soulful revelers around the city, serious notes need to be taken from the straight up grown women who were pulled together from their “mink stoves” to their toenails. I’m telling you I was so impressed by the _______ (insert new swag for borderline elderly grown and sexy) that I was convinced to incorporate a pants suit into my rotation. The single reason I am not sitting here in one now is the only place where I know to buy them from is 1989. But seriously, the Black Katz have cornered the market for the best of mature audience nightlife and you would be silly if you don’t stop through.