There are those that go home after a few drinks in the thick of night, to get a solid seven hours of sleep before riding out Friday smoothly. We are not such people, we'd like to be, but it's that song before dragging us down the street, swerving and occasionally falling into us in laughing fits and trying to stand up straight. That song says it knows where an after-party show is, right down this way. At the doorway of a nice brownstone that we've never seen before, we're introduced to another song, this one taking money for empty plastic cups that promise to be filled with something once we walk through the door. This song hugs everyone like it knows everyone, even though we'd swear that it couldn't be much older than nineteen.

This song, however, is almost 40, but you'd never guess by listening to it. The Pleasure Seekers were a short-lived, all-girl garage group that only cut two 45s but made the absolute most of their time together. This song is very clear in its intent, between another drink and you; the song will have a double. This simple truth would be a sad giving-up if it came from the likes of Tom Waits, but coming from the screaming mouths of four blond teenage girls from Michigan it's, well, the cute kind of alcoholism.

The Pleasure Seekers' song punches us in the shoulder while we stand there wondering if we want to cross the threshold to see what the five-dollar plastic cup has promised and where that song we came in with has run off to. The song's 19-year-old eyes ask, “Are you in or out?” in such a way that forces us through the door, down a stairwell where shadows are talking to silhouettes and the smell of sweat on skin on skin is palpable. Right before we push through the door, we turn to look at the young song. It looks back at us then points at its empty cup and then to its chest, we smile and nod while it makes the universal gesture for “drinky-drinky” and we see all that wet youth shine of its brown eyes. The example of youth makes buying the next round regret-free. We're in.