Around 8:30pm, there were about 10 women for every man on the dance floor.
Around 9:30pm, there were about 3 women for every man.
Around 11:00pm, there were about 0.1 women for every man.
Men don’t dance until they’re three sheets to the wind, at which point it doesn’t matter to them if women are involved or not.
Also, all the old people cleared out by 9:30, so the DJ stopped playing any music my parents recognized. Explaining to my mother that the name of the song was “Yeah!” turned into a sort-of “Who’s on first?” experience. Also, my dad was utterly perplexed at the song he thought was called “The Huffty Huff.”