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As the sun set over the Moshulu and Sunday's Greater Philadelphia Film Office 20th b-day party — crew types, moneyed producers with a yen for creme brulee tarts — we reminisced: Where is our Mark-et-y Mark? The Wahlberg? His Invincible crew went out with a bang the night before, leaving Philly with a Greg Kinnear-attended bye-bye at Buffalo Billiards ("He's so creepy," said one attendee of the Talk Soup ex-host), and a final stop at Denim's VIP room with the Iggle he's portraying, Vince Papale. They drank brewskis, guzzled tequila. Just to ruin the football-only vibe, Flyers hockey pucks Simon Gagne, Peter Forsberg and Donald Brashear showed up. No hip checks. Hockey talk? Paul Giamatti, he of Lady in the Water, bought a hat trick o' jazz CDs at AKA Music: a little Slim Gaillard, some Bobby Hutcherson, a bit a William S. Fischer. Bopping! John Popper? The Blues Traveler hung tough at the Balcony after their Troc show, signing some harmonicas for fans. They let harmonicas into the Troc?! After their Troc show, Atmosphere, Slug & co. headed to Transit to catch an early PAPERstreet show with ex-tourmates Phil Moore Browne. The New Pornographers — Neko, Carl — went from the Balcony Bar over to The Ellen Powell Tiberino Memorial Museum for a late hang with Destroyer (fellow New Pornie Dan Bejar). Tower-bound Franz Ferdinand caught Fiery Furnaces at First Unitarian before their Upper Darby gig, as well as hitting the 700 Club for a nightcap. After their show, FF hit the Waterford until 1 a.m. — grooving to a Queen "Fat Bottom Girls" sing-along while Freddie Mercury-toothed singer Alex K chatted up the not-prettiest babes in the bunch. Which leads me to: Who was the "alternative band" using and schmoozing in the hot tub at the Sheraton Dock Street? "We have the biggest hit on the indie charts," said the blond boy to my lady friends using the facility. The girls couldn't care less about these lithe boys. But was it FF, Foo Fighters, My Morning Jacket or Hot Hot Heat using that hottub hottie come-on? … Not to be outdone by the gayrawkout of Friday's Silk City Palaré bash, Nike shill David Pianka's Making Time — Oct. 22, Transit — gots The Rapture. Which reminds me: Because Friday is the new Friday and Old City is the New Old City, do this: hit A.D.'s new Glam rubber rock 'n' disco happy hour, have a look-see at the just-opened Amada's flamenco floor show from Ana Rubio's troupe, then sweep PAPERstreet's make-out dance jam at Wax with Town Jewelrz DJ Diabolic. Give owner Ms. Melissa a wax-lip kiss. … "Unlike the influx of inferior, bargain-basement stores opening in Philly, Matthew Izzo Lifestyle will sell only the highest quality, and hottest, lines around," says Izzo of his jez-opening shop at 1109 Walnut St. "I don't want to join a group of low-quality furniture and clothing stores opening here." Roooowwwrrrr. … Philly tour guide/Arthur publisher Laris Kreslins is throwing an "all Frankenstein" bash at the Dolphin, Oct. 27. You can strip on a pole. But you had better look like Frankenstein. … Eerie K Records honcho Calvin Johnson goes way instore, performing at Spaceboy, Oct. 24, 5 p.m. … Wanna see Need New Body before they leave for It-al-ee? Need Phil Moore Browne and the Sun Ra men that make up Eclectic Electric Elders of Improvisation & Eternal Youth? They'll play for Elliott Levin's b-day Oct. 23 at Broad Street Ministry, 315 S. Broad. …We knew World Affairs Council DATA visi-dignitary Bono (see you at UoP's museum, Oct. 21, B! I'll sing "Desiryayayure" so you know me) wasn't advocating pols during U2's Wach Center shows. But doesn't selling tickets for higher costs constitute scalping, fuckheads Sean and Ana Wolfington for Rick Santorum's unfortunate re-election? … Ralph Lauren-ites, you have nothing to fear: Your young-profe$$ional L'Hexagone simply turned to Queue with Pharmacy Thursday's debut last week. And after dousing the grounds with holy water, a new-nu club, the Retreat, has taken the space formerly known as Tribecca. And they're looking to compete with Ulana's Playground for a third fetishy Fridays crown. Ooh, an SM fight. Bring the pain. … Sure, Tony Sparacino yanked his Lucky Lounge bash from The Mansion. Had bad vibes. Said management began to enforce some dress code he'd never heard of. "They never discussed a code," says Sparacino. "All the guys that come to Lucky look great and — hello they are gay! — so most look better than the average jackass that goes there. If they did have a dress code, don't you think I would have promoted it since I have a fucking clothing store? Now I hear they won't let men in under 25. Hate 'em." So Lucky's fifth anniversary gets celebrated Oct. 21 on the second level of PURE. Entry? Say "Lucky Lounge." … Saying goodbye to Ed Bacon's tough — he was a great man who built a great town. Not the one we have now. Siiiiike! It's a little less tough, but sad, saying so long to Damon Feldman — the Jewish Bomber boxer/promoter who says he's leaving for L.A. to hang with "Hollywood's Big Players" on mob-fight films. Seeeeyuh.)