This awoke me from my most recent bout of misanthropy. If there can be this number of people, in one room, all enjoying and dancing to Gold Panda, then maybe there is hope (at least for me) yet. I can almost forgive that it is in London. Almost.
Dancing to Marriage is all I want to do right now.
Sticks it on repeat. Dances. Hopes someone comes to find her, to check if she alive in a couple of weeks.