As the night wore on, the Peace Party deteriorated into a mass of shaking butts and wiggling hips and panting, sweating bodies; a publicly acceptable form of ecstacy. It was a carnival. All the frustrated sexual energy stored up in the crowd was expended in orgiastic ritual, the modern group dance. Except for particularly head over ears couples, who had eyes and hands and bodies only for each other, everyone was dancing for him- or herself, and everyone was dancing together.