We arrived at our hotel in North Dakota tonight in the middle of someone's wedding reception. People were doing a massive conga-line around the lobby, and everyone was in great spirits. We didn't stick around long enough to see what else would happen, but we joked all night about how we should go back there and crash their party. It was dark in there, the jams were loud, and I'm sure there was a bit of alcoholic action happening. I wanted to make a silly, simple pattern that captured a little bit of the black-light flair that was going on.