I went to a killer party at my friends' "mod pod" the other day. They have one of the most amazing mid-century houses I've ever seen, complete with awesome vintage décor. Everyone congregated in the kitchen (as people seem to do) until an impromptu dance party in the living room. Then a thick cloud of fog greeted us outside as we headed home around 1 a.m., which, naturally, leads to running down the street.
I <3 my friends.