Last Saturday, it appeared many of them were at Privé. Thanks to DJ KC Ray’s convincing Twitter promotion skills (read: subliminal guilt trip), my original plan to go home before the sun came up was scrapped. Still in its infancy, 3 A.M. Afterhours shifted from Privé’s main room to the more intimate Living Room Lounge. The crowd appeared to be mainly familiar—and happily tipsy—local faces during Cevin Fisher’s set. I had some catching up to do in the drinkin’ department, but my liver ain’t what she used to be, plus I was ready for sleep around 6:30 a.m. and there was no way I had the energy for after-afterhours, Ossum’s BASSment at Velvet Lion. Sigh. If only afterhours parties started during regular hours. But if you can remember to take a disco nap and charge up on Red Bull, cheers to you for keeping the scene going and supporting underground electronic music. Just don’t forget your sunglasses and designated driver.