My friends and I were hanging out at Holly’s house. What started as a simple hangout blossomed into an epic driveway dance party… with, like, six people, but still. Whitney was blasting music from her car and Allison, Holly, and the rest of us were doing the robot and swing dancing and making misguided attempts to dougie. Then we heard a slow clap starting and we turned around and saw Holly’s neighbor watching from his front yard. Boxers, beer gut and all.