Film version of a story a wrote for class. Thanks for the inspiration, Smalltown, Illinois. "I am at a glamorous party with beautiful people. Everyone is drinking fashionable martinis and smoking cigarettes for the women, cigars for the men. And, all of them are beautiful, in expensive dresses and suits that Ive never seen more than once; and theyre all keeping the best earth-shattering secrets from one another. Depending on the season, we may be gathered at some ritzy apartment on Fifth Avenue after a night of dancing and drinking at some vogue new venue; or we might have driven out to the country, and are traipsing around this darling little town outside the city where good friends of ours just bought a spacious second home. Youd have to ask me, on any given night. Our world, and therefore our nightlife, is whirl of love and lies and luxury. Everything about it is enchanting. And, its just simply not a party if the evening doesnt end at breakfast, if not only to keep the festivities going, to recite the glories of the night and bask in our fabulousness. On average, I prefer to think of life in Fitzgeralds terms. Of course, certain Postal Service lyrics have had it right all along: Pretending theres glamour and candelabras when were drinking by candlelight. Blame it on the delusions of our young, alcohol-soaked minds. The garage scene has been abused and overdone, but we plead the small-town fifth: theres nothing else for us to do here. There are no martinis or even ...
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