6 January 2009, 7:11 pm
LA LA Land The party was filled with interesting people. The kind of people that you read about but never seem to meet in real life. The majority of them were collagen androids who were perfectly bronzed and plucked. You could say they were the beautiful people of LA, but that would be a lie because everyone in LA was beautiful. The party was held at a neurosurgeons and his new wife’s mansion. The mansion, nicknamed The God’s Play Pen, was gracefully placed upon a grassy hill on Sunset Boulevard. The mansion was lit up with fluorescent green lights which surrounded the massive building. Roman inspired columns stood tall on the porch. Guests immediately complemented the hosts on their grand living quarters, as they stepped out of their jet black limousines. The couple did not have kids. This was because the husband was over 60 already. But, secretly, the wife, who was 27, yearned for a little baby girl of her own. Men in white tuxedos and glossy black masks strolled around with golden serving trays. On those trays was elegant glass glasses filled to the brim with bubbly champagne, which the guests chugged down as soon as they plucked one off the shiny trays. To add to the atmosphere, there was a live band. They were placed awkwardly in the middle of the air brushed guests. But, the best part was that they played continuously throughout the night. I was the only one in the crowd that was rocking out to the adrenaline pumping sound waves. “God damn, I said, “These people are way too damn conservative” and that is the truth. The party dragged on. The dance floor was of course, clear of any guests. The guests sat at their assigned tables, and delicately sipped champagne while engaging in meaningless conversations. I would have left a while ago but I didn’t want to be rude or miss out on the bands finale. Honestly, I only stayed for a free concert. These people were dull yet interesting at the same time. I sat with a group of people that I had met while piling my plate up with food and snatching another drink. I tried to take advantage of the fact that there was free food for the taking and it was actually edible. I planned on taking the extra food back to my home and having it as dinner the next night. I called it budgeting, others called it free loading. Whatever you call it; it was helpful and kept me alive. After all, I needed to conserve my money; I barely had enough for rent each month. Selling knit bikinis is not an efficient way to make a living. “Damn, I should have been a doctor.” “I mean that’s what mom wanted.” I could have been the one hosting the party at my mansion. Instead, I’m stocking up on free food from the party to keep myself alive and save some damn money. Wow, what a life, I said to myself. The party was to be over in exactly 41 minutes and 21 seconds. I could get through, it wasn’t impossible. All I had to do was get lost in Josh’s eyes. That was an easy task. Minutes passed and by that time most of the guests were wasted. I was wasted way before all of them, and that I was proud of. Even though they were all obviously drunk, they didn’t act like it. I decided to break the mold and jump on top of my chair that I was slumped at just seconds before. Guests just stopped and stared .the music came to a stop and everyone just stared. I guess they expected something of me; after all, I was standing on a chair. An awkward silence came across the crowd. So I calmly stepped down from the chair, grabbed my Marc Jacobs clutch and smoothly left the building. I could feel the guest’s eyes staring me down as I glided down the steps on the porch. I was publicly humiliated but it didn’t matter because I was never going to see those people ever again…hopefully.... Read More »
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