And your feet hurt from jumping so much to too-cute beats blaring, and everyone at the party is spilling their drinks, so be careful not to slip. You look over on the window sill and naked body shots are being taken off your now ex-girlfriend. The Everclear, fruit, and anti-freeze cocktail is searing everyone from the inside, but the crowd keeps popping, and smiles and smiles. Someone laughs cocktail on your button up, so you take it off and use it to pull them closer to dance. We Shave’s “HooDoo” repeat melody bumps on, and the toxic androgyny you’re dancing with blends away again into the crowd. The stain on your shirt looks fashionably intentional as you button it back up. Three or four steps on the stairway have broken through, or are just gone, but you make it up, sweating anti-freeze upon reaching for the top step. No bathroom line because people have been using the backyard, and you enter, baring witness to the nastiest food-driven orgy ever. But you shit and walk around it, head to the door, and the knob comes off in your hand. You feel like “HooDoo” has been played again, or the DJ got lazy and left on the new We Shave Cuts EP for a full Side A play-through. Someone in the pile of flesh one the floor/bathtub hands you a cocktail, you throne yourself, and use your phone to look up more details about Cuts on the Sangre Libre website.