As a party girl by nature (and profession), I've been having a bad time. For as much as I desperately grasp on to the experience of seeing my friends in little digital windows with a bottle of wine next to my computer, the virtual party scene isn't feeding my soul or my psyche as much as a real night out, not to mention that whole cloud of mourning for a time that just won't be anymore. Obviously, I'm not the only one - New York is full of people who, like the city, never sleep. The only difference? I'm staying home; plenty of other party people in the city are not. Multiple reports have surfaced about password-protected, drug-fueled, speakeasy-style ragers popping up across NYC, flouting both social-distancing rules, and, well, the law. Click through for the wild (and, spoiler alert, infuriating) details.