I used to live in Las Vegas, Nevada which is known for Parties and tourists. I should say that this glamorous city never sleeps, as the night gets darker the street lights keep getting brighter. As I remembered, one of the gigantic hotels on the strip had organized a street party for Halloween. I had prepared my diabolic costume as a zombie. I had used my dilapidated white dress that has tears with red and black paint as a blood smudged all over my dress. Beforehand, I had ecstatically invited friends to come with me to the Halloween party. Unfortunately, I had received a text message from my friends …show more content…
I was standing quietly on a corner alone, depressed and afraid where everybody else is having fun in the party. There was a live band playing unprecedented songs and on the other end was a DJ playing vociferous club music. People are dancing as well as the bright lights swing back and forth that made the vibe very euphoric. Since it was a free party for everybody, the food and drinks are exorbitant. It even made me hungry smelling the aroma in the air of finger foods that they sell in booths around the party. It was licit to smoke everywhere, so it created thick white smoke that covered the whole place that made me noxious. I had decided to relinquish and go home since that night was very unfortunate. As I was walking away, a feeling of regret covered me and part of me still wanted to stay and have