"See, parties in real life are fun and all, until your friend starts making out with your crush and your crush starts vomiting in the bathroom and you wake up with a hangover the likes of which hasn't been seen since the heyday of the Roman Empire. That's why parties in literature are the best parties. You can spend all night watching the glitterati waltz by, listening to the barbed compliments, and admiring the way the candles play against the buckets of champagne, but you'll wake up bright and fresh and terribly, terribly sad that none of it was real.
"Here are... moments in literature that we desperately wish we'd been part of, no matter how badly things ended. Our invitation probably got lost in the mail. Right, Jay? Right?!"
—Bustle
