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Once the regular showcases wound down in the wee hours of Friday morning, the organizers of the Playboy/C3 party lifted the veil on their invite-only warehouse party. Of course, I didn’t expect there to be a makeshift pool grotto or Bunnies playing volleyball in bikinis at the much-ballyhooed event (OK, maybe I thought just maybe they’d have stuff like that), but I went to raves in the ’90s that had better production value and a sexier vibe. About the only scintillating activity here was people could get their photo taken with a Playmate, or at least some woman who fit the build.

I hung around a bit to hear Moby spin a DJ set — something he doesn’t do often enough these days, because it was quite a bombastic set — but decided I couldn’t stay up for the hot French electronic duo Justice. The only reasons to stay out past 3 a.m. listening to French electronica are either you’re tripping on something or you’re hoping to trip over someone to take home with you, and I’ve long since bowed out of both those games. Which reminds me: Honey, if you’re reading this, please remember I’m a serious journalist and I only attended for the news value.

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