{Ah, what a night to remember. I was ready for last years New Year's party. I told my parents and friends I would be hosting a party for New Year's. They would happily come, in fact, they were excited! They knew it would be quite an extravagant party, since I had quite the taste when it came to food and overall atmosphere design. I had everything set up and was ready for tonight. I rented out a rather exquisite event floor in one of the buildings in Seattle. It was nice, I had a lot of tables set up, food laid out, and a view people dream of. I had servants and cooks ready to satisfy the needs of my colleagues and family alike. I found it odd that the caters and cooks were happy enough to be here, considering the New Year's. I guess the economy was at a all time low, probably just slaving away just to pay rent. I felt for them, for I had to work hard to prepare this whole party. But it would all be worth it to see my happy friends and family, bantering away at what might be their best New Year's party ever. The night started to come, and Seattle had already started shooting out their fireworks. The pre-event was always exciting, but they were going a lot more out than usual. My family and friends were supposed to be here an hour or two ago. I look at the clock that read 8:42 PM. I wasn't too concern, as the actual New Year's event doesn't start at 12:00 AM, of course. But as time passed, things started to look bleak. Even the caters and cooks were feeling fremdschämen (I googled it, it's a word, appropriate for how they must've felt). It finally hit 11:32 PM. So I fianlly decided to call my parents to see what they were doing. "It's f* king 11 o'clock. You better have a good reason for calling me so late." my father said. I explained to him that he was missing out on my New Year's party. "It's fking Fourth of July, you twat." he said, as he hung up. So I sat exactly as how the picture depicts. I excused the cooks and caterers and allowed them to leave early. I told them to leave the food so I can eat in sorrow. Even if it was to serve thirty or so people, I was sure I could finish it. Always check your calender's. As promised, I had to be the one the made the New Year's party. I held a house party, and everyone was severely disappointed. It was probably due to the fact that my power went out because of the crippling debt I was in from hosting the New Year's Fourth of July party from before. I never get to see them again after that, probably because I have to get three jobs now. Even during this time, I have to work hard like the caters and cooks from before. Anyway, Happy Fourth of July everyone!}