FOREWORD: This past weekend I was invited to a party as a V.I.P. This title impressed me, I felt important. In the end though, the night was special for reasons unrelated to the magazine or exclusive club with fancy lighting. In the middle of so much preteniousness (not an exaggeration) I realized how lucky I am to have such genuine, silly, bad dancing friends. While others sidelined too cool for school, we took the party to the dancefloor. Special thanks to Rogerio—author of the article featuring yours truly—for providing the stage on which to shine.