Oh, The New York Times does not disappoint this dreary New York Thursday. Thursday Styles is bumping and grinding with all the vim and vigor of a sunny day. Have you heard of the latest trend in lunch, what all of the coolest office-weary kids are doing on their mid-day gruel breaks? They're. Dancing.
How do you Dance Party USA your way through lunch? Well, first eat (at your desk, presumably). One must fuel, then party, though at these parties there might be PB&J sandwiches. Those are secondary to the main event. According to the article — "It's Lunchtime: Let's Dance" by Sheila Marikar — the main event is dancing. For the noontime dance, people are exiting their large office buildings and jumping in cabs with coworkers and heading to 10th Avenue-area nightclubs, where they wait in lines to get into clubs where they drink cocktails, wear "purple lensless Wayfarer-style glasses," can wave "a footlong foam glow stick," and mouth "the words to Warren G's 'Regulate.'"
This is not a solo instance of one dance-crazed cubicle hopper. It is, as they say in the industry, a trend: "Around her, hundreds of other revelers did similar things: a guy in Chuck Taylors moonwalked across the dance floor, a man in a hoodie threw up his hands to form the 'W' that stands for the rap group Wu-Tang Clan. Strobe lights bounced off a giant disco ball. Sweat glistened on foreheads. 'Gin and Juice' thumped. Cheers erupted. It was midday, but inside Marquee, it could have been 2 a.m."