Impromptu dance party. My place. Right now.

The beauty of 80’s dancing is that it doesn’t matter how crappy you dance. In fact, the crappier a move is, the better.

So you’re there, packed into some random living room. Listening to Jesse’s Girl.

Thinking up the lamest sweet dance moves you can do. It’s ghettofabulous.

You should come sometime. I’m sure you’d love it.