Entertainment

Wretched excess is so sublime. Or to put it another way: Too much is never enough, a lesson driven home Thursday night when Stanley Korshak threw a party to debut a limited edition Aston Martin DBS and show off the Crescent Court retailer's updated Kiton menswear boutique.

Some of the city's biggest spenders, the kind who don't blink at $300,000 cars and $6,000 suits, mingled with the meek or merely aspirational in the courtyard, among the racks of the store and in the parking circle. There, six-figure show metal stacked up in the valet line like a holiday parade for Croesus.

Nick & Sam's provided the appropriately red meat-heavy spread: beef skewers, meat balls, mini-burgers, the spiciest pepperoni ever. Adult beverages included an easy-to-like single malt, the Glenrothes, and an orangey "Aston Martini."

Mr. Dallas motored by the new Glo Lounge recently and got an earful of club land tittle-tattle from owner and manager Bill Teague, who spearheaded Sunset Lounge before moving over to this project. He's got similar aspirations for Glo: Start slow, develop loyal regulars and, hardest of all in the hyperbolic night-life world, don't overpromise.

Glo is one of the early openers – the other is the Pulchinella Italian restaurant next door – in a strip center wrested from the bones of the old Jerry's Supermarket, at Henderson and Capitol.

Glo, like Sunset, looks good for the money. Not posh, but not chintzy either. Curvilinear wood frame false ceiling. Forty-foot bar in spackled marble, with a backsplash outlined in red neon. A line of elevated, leathered-covered banquettes can be reserved for bottle service but don't have to be. The DJ booth and restrooms abide at the back of the long, narrow room.

Kelly Taylor spins there tonight. No cover.

The five-star Abacus restaurant on McKinney Avenue has reopened after an extensive renovation, part of which involved freshening up the bar. Owner Kent Rathbun wants it to be more of a destination, and less of a way station for diners. The new look should help. It's more contemporary, less clubby, but not stark, with sofa, chairs and ottomans in black with polished chrome accents.

The menu of specialty martinis ($12 each) is crafted with an emphasis on fresh ingredients, in keeping with the "mixology" trend.

The Obama vs. Hillary, hope vs. experience, faculty lounge vs. lunch counter tussle is finding a night-life representation at the Mansion bar. The bar at the Rosewood Mansion on Turtle Creek, renowned as an assisted drinking facility for plutocrats, is trying to pull in a younger crowd some nights with a revamped music program.

Rather than the usual run of standard-covering pianists and smooth jazz combos, the local chill-lounge favorite Shock of Pleasure is playing every other Friday. It's a shock, if not a pleasure, for some Mansion regulars weighed down with years and municipal bonds.

The bar is definitely vibing, even vibrating, when Kelley Christian steps to the microphone. It's a Fabulous Baker Boys moment. Tall, thin, blond, devastating. She can sing, too. There's something peculiar about a cover band using actual instruments to reproduce Thievery Corporation and Tosca. But then there is Ms. Christian in an L.B.D. to quash all debates.

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