Partying it!
Been a while I wrote something....I thought to myself when I was walking down the road in the relatively new place. True, after the shift I sense a shift in my activites. Quite surprising! Nowadays I feel a lot like a geek, or nerd or whatever belongs to that category which I am actually not. Is there a mask before me or am I still not out of my blanket? I don't know. Instead of finding an answer let me forget this question. But how? May be I can get help from other people.
Yes, people might help me.
"There is a birthday party tonight. Wanna join?" - my friend.
"Mmm..ok"
Birthday party...beers, wines, sodas, nachos, pizzas, chips and cakes. Also men and women. A couple of introductions and a few smiles. It wasn't too late to start the party. But parties begun to form before the party actually began. Cliques and coteries of people, talking and laughing. With a plate of pizza in his hand a young man was seen standing besides one of the exit doors leaning on the wall. And he looked like me in the mirror.
An hour later, events happened with candles being blown and wishes being made and cake being sliced. Again the cliques formed and chattered a lot. "Mickey Friedman once said 'Never give a party if you will be the most interesting person there', but I'd rather say 'Never attend a party if you will be the most interesting person there'" - someone in that group said and laughed for a while.
"Hello! You got the cake?" - she asked
"Yeah"
"Why are you standing alone in the stairs?"
"..." (I did say something, but the laughter noise didn't let it out)
"You seem to be more reserved..Where are you staying?"
Before I could answer Mozart's Turkish walk ringtone interrupted her.
"excuse me..."
"Shall we go?"- my friend
"Sure"
Walking along the streets in the cold dark night is always exciting.
"Had a lot of fun?"
"Mmm..yeah sort of"
"Good"
I still had a question in my mind...who is Mickey Friedman?
Yes, people might help me.
"There is a birthday party tonight. Wanna join?" - my friend.
"Mmm..ok"
Birthday party...beers, wines, sodas, nachos, pizzas, chips and cakes. Also men and women. A couple of introductions and a few smiles. It wasn't too late to start the party. But parties begun to form before the party actually began. Cliques and coteries of people, talking and laughing. With a plate of pizza in his hand a young man was seen standing besides one of the exit doors leaning on the wall. And he looked like me in the mirror.
An hour later, events happened with candles being blown and wishes being made and cake being sliced. Again the cliques formed and chattered a lot. "Mickey Friedman once said 'Never give a party if you will be the most interesting person there', but I'd rather say 'Never attend a party if you will be the most interesting person there'" - someone in that group said and laughed for a while.
"Hello! You got the cake?" - she asked
"Yeah"
"Why are you standing alone in the stairs?"
"..." (I did say something, but the laughter noise didn't let it out)
"You seem to be more reserved..Where are you staying?"
Before I could answer Mozart's Turkish walk ringtone interrupted her.
"excuse me..."
"Shall we go?"- my friend
"Sure"
Walking along the streets in the cold dark night is always exciting.
"Had a lot of fun?"
"Mmm..yeah sort of"
"Good"
I still had a question in my mind...who is Mickey Friedman?
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