I decide that I hate drunk people. They are mean. They have Long Island accents. There are masks and gauzy materials. Girls have skirts.
Boys have skirts.
People are barefoot and topless. There is a bongo drum, a saxophone, a tambourine, and a bowl of brown rice. In the kitchen, next to the brown rice, a little yellow stereo is playing rap music. A boy with a painted face is mixing a pina colada for a girl in a rugby sweatshirt. Everyone is happy.