Teens In The Marines

Last night I went to some fake dance party which was held on a fake boat on some fake lake for fake Thanksgiving (really..). There was free food, fun people, but nobody dancing. The hull didn't rock, and the mast was still as a sun dial; something was mizzen (missing, get it?). The dance floor was on the poop deck, but, like, I probably would've called it the party-poop deck. Conversation was the only thing that anchored my night.