At the illicit basement bash, “tequila shots and dry martinis were being passed around, sweaty hand to sweaty hand. Drinks were $10 a pop, cash only,” and “a long-haired man snorted cocaine-and-ketamine swirlies off of mirrored platters lining the sides of a professional DJ booth.”

Writer Elena Clavarino writes that at the same party, “a supermodel and her boyfriend I recognized from Instagram downed shots” and toasted by exclaiming, “Cheers to corona!”

Her piece also details underground parties at restaurants everywhere from Soho to the East Village posing as takeout-only spots with secret wild lock-ins. At one, guests “sat at tables, eating food served from the kitchen like they would on a regular night. Later they turned up the music, and booze and cocaine flowed until the early hours of the morning.”

Apparently, Air Mail reports, there’s also a weekly “cigar gathering” with performers at a “well-known Lower East Side hotel rooftop.”