Own private model dancers, dancing for money

So my dear friends paul and jeralyn host a lovely danctravaganza at the model every other sunday.  no cover, $5 drinks and tons of trashy people—-> mainly myself and those i force to come with me.  jeralyn, paul, and their cohorts (conor and romek) take turns playing my favorite songs that i could never play at revival aka goodbye horses by q. lazarus and disco 2000 by pulp etc…..  last night went til two fifteen on a sunday with paul&the gang playing as little michael as possible (didn’t hear scream but i’ll forgive him) just because mj is being burned out of our minds by every media outlet on earth.  So at the end of the night the room was still packed and people started stomping out the beat to thriller and singing the song.  there was no back up mp3,  just their feet and voices.  it was horrible and amazing at the same time.  i always like to bitch about how my generation is this sad wasteland of commodified late 90’s mtv trash but i realize that we have a culture and it’s built out of thriller, silence of the lambs, and labrynth.