the time: last saturday, around midnight
the place: friend of a friend's apartment in washington heights (manhattan)
the scene:
i have been at this party for several hours. i have been ready to leave it for about as long. there's been no dancing whatsoever ... this is a red wine glass holding, chatting and being impressive kind of do. if i have to hear any more about so-and-so being in book publishing, and what's-his-name being green by biking to work every morning, i'm going to regurgitate my beer. my friend lucy, who came with me, has found it to be more her scene, so i mingle around as best i can.
at last it seems like we can get out o