Perhaps it was the nymph wearing tiger-striped body paint -- and almost nothing else -- dangling in a gold hoop that was strung from the ceiling, pouring wine into the upraised glasses of guests.
Or maybe it was the Rolls-Royce auctioned for $475,000, the showgirls, the celebrity chefs preparing courses of chilled crab salad and Kobe beef, or the bottomless flutes of Dom Perignon.