Dance Party @ 12 AM

Drunkenly making out, hips swaying to the rhythm of kick drums. The bass builds and drops in popular dance tracks, which the whole floor shouts along to. Sometimes, to save the world, you have to party like there’s no tomorrow. And to enact this incredibly unselfish sacrifice, we’re gonna have to go to a club or festival and start flailing around. There’s no coming back from this mission. I’m going in first. Goggles on. Heart rate monitor recording. Heel springs set. Wish me luck. Tell my family I love them. Here we go. Catch you on the flip side.

16 hours, 258 songs