““Katie raises her eyebrows at Dan and looks him up and down. “You’re a good dancer,” she says, a gleam in her eye. “Thank you,” he says, with a funny little bow. “But this Sinatra stuff they’re playing now, this is just the warm-up, you know.” “I’ve been informed about the upcoming mandatory dance party, yes,” he says formally, but grinning a little. “Good, ’cause the DJ takes over after dinner, and this place is gonna get ugly,” Katie says. “After the old people leave, there’ll be real music. And by real, I mean old music, and new music, and horrible, shitty music. We don’t care, as long as you can dance to it. We’re gonna Macarena this thing if we have to, to keep this party going. The Macarena—that’s how low we’re gonna go.””
