What I was thinking... when I threw the party

  What I was thinking when I threw the party...

  “Another party Myrtle? Again?”

    That’s what my sister Catherine asked me when I phoned her up to come over since Tom was in town. I’m sure it’s what a lot of you are wondering as well. I’ve always been drawn to the extravagant. Part of it is just my own personal preferences, but I also think that my desire for embellishment and excessiveness was only made stronger when I realized I couldn’t have them while married to George. I longed to be a woman, frequently lusted after, and admired for her wealth, beauty and parties. But with George, I was simply Myrtle Wilson: The car mechanic’s wife. I was hardly known. Half the time I felt as if I were just shoved up in that damn apartment flat above the shop. I craved excitement, passion, lust, and merriment, so when Tom showed up with his friend, I was anxious to show them a good time.

    I can’t remember Tom’s friend’s name. Nate? Nick? Noah? Well, it was something along those lines. He wasn’t much fun at first though. I remember that. I invited my sister Catherine over to hopefully ‘loosen him up’ a bit, but by the time she arrived, he was no longer of interest to me. I also invited the McKees from downstairs to liven up the joint. Not long after they arrived though, Tom and I snuck away.

    By the time the evening finally ended, the place was a mess, and everyone was passed out except for Nick and Mr. McKee, who I assume left. Though there was a small altercation with Tom, which is completely my fault, the night was wonderful. It was filled with drinking and wild stories and laughter and love. Tom had once again proven his affections for me, but I knew that almost immediately after he left, I’d be longing for him once again. Some people call me recklessly spontaneous and irresponsible. Many have asked me what the hell I was thinking causing that much commotion at that time of night. But I know exactly what I was thinking. I throw these parties because nights like these are previews into my future. The life of wealth and happiness I’ll share with Tom where we’re wild and free. These aid the overwhelming hunger I feel for us to both get away and begin our new life. I’ll finally be having the parties I’ve always wanted, living with the man I’ve always dreamed of, and living the lifestyle I’ve always longed for. For now, I’ll just settle for these little nights of heaven.

Most affectionately,

-Myrtle