If your favorite raver seems to be running about a quart low on serotonin today, there's a perfectly good explanation: they were probably dancing it up all weekend in Las Vegas at EDC 2012. And while you may have heard the disappointing news that festival organizers Insomniac were forced to cut the show short on Saturday night due to a raging desert windstorm, don't feel too badly for the party rockers, because they picked up again with a vengeance on Sunday, closing out the festival with a solid exclamation point. We've sorted through thousands of photos to give you a chance to live, or re-live, the madness. More»

If you have tickets for Electric Daisy Carnival this weekend, you're probably already set. Your bags are packed. You've studied the set schedule. You've designed a homemade Deadmau5 head with a Pauly D blowout on top (and what a tragic shame that those two won't be on hand to see it). But before you start driving towards Vegas, do yourself a big favor and read up on our essential tips to surviving the weekend. Because just like everything else in Vegas, there's a right way and a wrong way to do EDC. Don't you want to do it the right way? More»

So who's going to Las Vegas this weekend to get down to some electronic dance music? Actually, let's rephrase that: if you want to get down to EDM this weekend, you'd better be going to Vegas, because every artist you've ever heard of (and many you'll be hearing about soon) are all playing the 16th annual Electric Daisy Carnival at the Las Vegas Motor Speedway, starting tomorrow. And when we say "everyone," that's really not much of an exaggeration. Check out the just-released full set schedule and start your stage-hopping plans now! More»

If you follow The Cobrasnake's adventures, which generally consist of touring with Steve Aoki and partying with Katy Perry, you'd know that he doesn't get out of bed in the morning (or whenever he gets out of bed) for anything less than an A-List rager. So on first glance, an unofficial Apple fan convention in San Francisco wouldn't seem like a slam-dunk option. Then again, this is Macworld, the biggest unofficial event of its kind, and the lineup of bands and DJ's is probably the best one going in SF this week, so maybe it makes more sense than we realize. More»

...is not Tinsley Mortimer (who's ringlets and smirk are beyond passé), Amy Sacco; (the "Queen of the New York night scene" has finally lost her reign, well at least until her hotel opens up in the financial district), or even Hilary Clinton (though at the top of the Post's "NY's 50 Most Powerful Women" she doesn't hold a candle this month to this lady). For the most in-the-know social New Yorkers, Spring 2007 will be remembered as the season of Miriam.

We are only half joking by giving such recognition to the once no-name door girl who is, it seems, at the peak of her career as we post.

Miriam is it.

She is the one who dictates who will and will not be getting into arguably the only place to be partying in the city right now, the little establishment on Chrystie and Rivington that is trying to save us all from the FUNK of a mess created by 27th street/meatpacking....The Box.

Bungalow 8 has had its run, and Tenjune is fun if you're a spoiled 16 year old at a Colombia prep bday party, but Hammerstein's Box has proven that if anything is going to help pick us up from being elbow to elbow with B&T scraps it's going to take a show...and an EXTRAVAGANT one at that. The view from the top floor where the private seating areas are, offer a perfect vantage to take in full the craziness that ensues each night here, as well as an inside look at just how pathetic most celebrities are (and extremely poor tippers).

If you haven't heard of the place, you have in fact been living in a box...if you have and should opt to try and witness the human oddities and circus acts (both on stage and in the crowd), you will undoubtedly come in contact with Miriam....

There's one conflicting issue, Miriam is actually...nice. We can't decide if this makes us more annoyed with her position or not. Sometimes it's just better to be told "I'm sorry if you don't have a table, you're not famous, and you're not fucking a manager here, don't even try standing in this line." This is what we were used to and what we came to expect from doormen named Disco and the like in the beginning. It's what kept us intrigued, made us want to be inside those doors more than we've ever wanted anything else. That kind of rejection felt, well "right". It made the times we did get in feel so much better, validated our pathetic existences.

Being told in a sweet voice how sorry she was that she couldn't let us in because of "plumbing issues" one Saturday night after just seeing a crew waltz in 10 minutes earlier kindof made the next Wednesday early morning there a little less special. We like your style Miriam, and your vespa, all we are asking for is to be treated a little more like dirt.

Thanks.