What I was thinking when I was at Gatsby's party

     As everyone knows, Gatsby threw the best parties. There were dancers and lights and alcohol and all the food in the world. Anything you could have ever dreamed for was there. Gatsby invited Daisy to come to one of his parties. As her husband, she asked me to accompany her but I knew she was going to go off with Gatsby to continue their affair. That’s what irked me. She did it in front of my face. What kind of person does that? I knew that the affair between them would not last, it simply could not. Daisy was my wife and I was richer than Gatsby. Gatsby got his money from dealing illegally, I know it. The sooner Daisy learned it, the sooner everything could go back to the way it was. The party was soon became even worse, drunk men and women were, now, passed out everywhere. It was a disaster. I thought I might get lost every once in a while but Nick was always around me somewhere to lead me around. What a quiet fellow. He knew everything that was going on around him, yet he never said a word. The one thing keeping Daisy there was Gatsby. I drank a few drinks and waited until they were done with there pitiful fling. They were taking forever though! So I went off and made love to some woman I had just met. You know it kind of bothered me a lot, Gatsby and Daisy, but I was not ready to confront the situation. Plus, I had my flings with other women. I just did not think that Daisy would have an affair, but I was wrong. Everything about the party just made me mad. Daisy was off with Gatsby, people were falling over everything, dancers were making men go mad, and I was just absolutely and utterly miserable. This was not a place for people who were settled down and older. It was for people who were young and crazy. Finally, Daisy and Gatsby returned because he had to take a call and I could watch my wife closely again. She waited all night for him, and guess what? He did not come back for her. Hah! That will teach Daisy. I finally got her out the door and into my car, and that was the end of that. We never went to another one of Gatsby's parties...I do not even think the poor man threw another one.