Have you ever attended an awkward party? I sure have. In fact, every party I’ve ever been to has been awkward. I’m very bad at standing in a circle making small talk for two hours but very good at spilling spaghetti sauce on myself and nine other people. There doesn’t even have to be any spaghetti sauce on the premises—just give me a room full of people wearing crisp white shirts and trust me, I’ll find a way to make it happen. Then I’ll high-five someone who was, as it turns out, waving to the guy behind me and fall down the stairs on my way out the door just to bring it all home.
However, there are certain parties in literature that make MY awkward parties look downright elegant by comparison.