Once you’ve worked up a sweat, go grab yourself a glass of cold refreshments from an ancient chaperone.
Dance to the groovy tunes of a guy wearing a headband.
And if possible, be crowned something that proves you’re better than everyone else.
See the envy in their eyes as you rock that crown. Dang, it feels good to be a gangster.
Slow dancing, swaying to the music at a pre-war Sunshine State trailer park sounds Grrrrr-REAT to me right about now. This January weather does not suit me.
Cold + windy = evil
The bystanders look bored to tears, or just plain miffed. Maybe they ran out of rum?