Just Dance for the Booze Spirits
Izidora, Izidora
Nemoj sada da me malo
Nemoj sada da me puno
Fast-paced brass and vocal music boomed out of the living room speakers at Vineet's sprawling, high-ceilinged house all the way out in far-flung Rafahfeld. Two bespectacled guests were kicking, hopping, and waving their arms about in a coordinated effort to match the mustached sprite on the big screen TV. Beyond the circle of onlookers, there was a cider keg next to the dining table and an indoor basketball hoop arcade game halfway to the front entrance. It was another Saturday game night, and a dozen of the attendees had just finished the latest round of the scintillating board game Poetry with Neanderthals.
