You'd think that a bunch of twenty-something Brazilian bimbos, intent on displaying their bulbous tits and chunky legs in spangly low-cut short dresses and shoving their French-pedicured feet into high-heeled sandals more glittery than Dorothy's, would be able to shake their ample groove-things and booties better than your average white-bread gathering of drunken, flush-faced sorority girls at a beer-soaked frat party. But you'd be wrong. No, here they are at their friend’s wedding reception, facing each other in a loose approximation of a circle, mistakenly believing they’re whooping it up in grand Brazilian style. Ipanema has never been so embarrassed.