In the midst of Wall Street's agonizing slide last week, there was at least one place in Manhattan where the liquor was flowing, the cigar smoke was billowing and the theme of the evening was simple: Work hard. Play hard. "I was a crook," says Jordan Belfort, once a Wall Street fat cat who made $1 million a week before going to jail. "It's like fiddling. Nero fiddled while Rome burned," said Thomas Graf, vice president and producer of Northmarq Capital. "We're smoking cigars while we're losing our shirts, literally." He was among hundreds of mid-level Wall Street executives and...