Chromeo may be "soooo last year" [insert eye roll here] but I'm still listening to Skee-lo, DMX and the Corrs.
Fact: A dance party is a dance party.
There's nothing better than getting home, well aware that you have to work at 9 a.m., stripping off a sweat-soaked dress, kicking off worn-down heels, trying to defy the Red Bull in your system and resting complete in the the knowledge that you shook your ass tonight--and you shook it well.
And next week? This dance party is headed to the Dominican Republic.