It's an ultra-exclusive party, complete with silly dresscode, silly security and silly secrecy. And Mayer Hawthorne jumps through even hoop and makes the trek, all to realize that he's still mainly hanging with his own bad self.
Sara Bareilles and random friends invoke the spirit of author/professor William Watson Purkey, who often said a poem every time he ended a speech that begins with: "You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching." Happy happy joy joy, people! Directed by Rashida Jones - yes, her.