Christmas Party

Finally, it is Sunday. The girls had been planning all details for at least one week. They spent a small fortune on new gowns, shoes, accessories, hair dressers and manicures. The boys spent about half an hour to remember how to tie their bows. And here they are, sparkling in the crystal chandelier light, sipping from their glasses, making conversation while waiting to be noticed how good they look. From time to time, camera flashes add more brilliance to the scene and save memories about the event.
Cocktails, conversation and poker games are the keywords for a couple of hours. They help to build the necessity of the coming perfectly balanced gourmet dinner. Everything is so well coordinated, like an orchestra playing a symphony of tastes. The wine is poured in bounteous glasses - you drink, but the glass never gets empty.
Then, a DJ takes control of the scene. The room is flooded with colors reflected in the hundreds of glasses on the tables: blue, purple, yellow, red…All these colors come only in a set with… dancing club music. Talking becomes obsolete. It’s SCREAMING TIME!!! After a few hours of bouncing, men and women look for more comfortable attire. Jackets, ties and high heels shoes are little by little abandoned.
This is a story without an ending. We can infer that they still dance and drink and have fun because we didn’t see the end. But then, what we can’t see doesn’t exist, does it?