It's around 4:00 a.m., the air conditioner on full blast, the tiled floor making way for the last few rounds of fun. Enter her, Hi-Fi in one hand, soulmate in the other. In Telepathyland, it's Deerhunter o'clock as He gets ready to press play even before she enters the booth to request the song. Another brief justifying moment of why this party will never cease to be worthwhile:
They should come more often.