People love to say that electronic music represents a new evolutionary phase, but our Miami experience often seemed to be all about devolution: wet-nap baths, filthy clothing, pilfering wi-fi, lost and found laptops…

The list of indignities could go on. We found the soundtrack to such a primal state at Made Event's Sunday School for Degenerates party, a 14-hour marathon of regressive house music.
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5. The woman wearing the white lace (read: completely see-through) pants and thong at the Scion yacht party. Honorable mention for the girl who was stone-cold passed out in the hallway below deck.

4. The hot-dog cart guy in front of Pawn Shop, and his crazy secret weapon: French-fried shoe-string potato crisps, all mucked up with ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise, slapped on top of the bun and frank. Sweet sodium bomb, pass the grape soda!

3. The anarchy that ensued when the police shut down Claude VonStroke in the middle of his set at the Apple in-store showcase. With the officers standing sour-pussed in front of the decks, Mr. VonStroke slammed the volume up to MAXIMUM, ripped his headphones out of the jack, and stalked off to the roar of the cheering crowd. You'll never take us alive, coppers!

2. Flavorpill Team Leader, Phil Sherburne, and his amazing collection of sparkly, fringed man-scarves.

1. The hefty stash of condoms we found hidden in the wall outside our condo. Because sometimes when you're on the move, you don't have time to stop at the store; you just gotta pull a condom out of the cracks like, whu-bam! Extra points, too, for showing us a really good place to hide our keys.