You could describe this one-man dancefloor to a blind guy and when you got to the part where you had to explain the stupid ethnic skull hat, dude would fly into a rage and start flailing his blind fists around hoping to at least get one punch in.
Don’t feel guilty guy. This is exactly what you’re supposed to do when you come into a lot of cash: Wake up at 5PM, assemble a uniform of leftover party scraps, and devote the better part of the day to figuring out who “that chick with the weird eyes” was from last night.
