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If you can find your gate (Terminal 6), Richard Branson’s Euro-styled foray into budget travel is surprisingly worth the hype. Plush leather chairs, nightclub lighting, basic cable in the seatbacks and the real kicker: the ability to send instant messages from seat-to-seat. For jet-setters looking for a different kind of connection, the skies just got a little friendlier.

Like many under-the-radar venues in L.A., the art-cum-performance gallery Pehrspace (325 Glendale Blvd.) is tucked in a strip mall near the 101. You can see bands with piffling names such as Unsexy Nerd Ponies and Animals on Coke while sitting cross-legged on the floor next to vitriolic vegans, Otis flunkies and Paper Rad fans. www.pehrspace.org

FLYING VIRGIN FROM LAX

PEHRSPACE

EIGHT-LOVE

You don’t need mad money to feel like a star in L.A. For 8 bucks, a first-rate tennis court in Griffith Park’s tranquil Vermont Canyon can be yours -- for an hour, anyway. The 12 clay courts are first-come, first-serve; on weekdays between 5 a.m. and 5 p.m., they’re free. www.laparks.org/dos/sports/tennis/facility/vermontcynTC.htm

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TOAST

The popular 3rd Street restaurant confounds us. People wait 30-plus minutes to get a table, and for what? Certainly not the food, which isn’t extraordinary. Must be the possibility of grazing next to boldfaced names. Last week TMZ streamed a “live feed” from Toast during lunch. Now people can watch you press your nose against the window as Kirsten Dunst eats her Belgian waffles. We’ll be at the Kings Road Cafe.

NAMING YOUR KID DECLAN

The new hipster name for boys? Declan. The reason? A lot of Elvis Costello admirers are having children. Thing is, Elvis hated his real name -- Declan Patrick McManus -- which is why he changed it. If you really want to prove you’re his No. 1 fan, name your son Alison.

GREEN DOOR

Being rudely ignored at the door despite being on the guest list: $5 in gasoline. Being told the club has reached capacity as the doorman lets in new arrivals: Hours of wasted time. Being told to wait in a different line -- at another club: Priceless. We’ve been going to snotty clubs since the first President Bush was making war, and this club crosses the line.