Oh, so this is what being an adult is like.
While it's not quite fun, per se, it does have its own charm. There are classy drinks, and even some seasonal decor — tasteful, of course, none of that snowflakes and rainbows shit — and the mood is generally festive, even if it's a little forced. Ha, someone you're talking to has a delightful anecdote about their amazingly awesome life. You get to be the moon to their sun in the conversation: sure, they're vastly more brilliant and likeable, but people can see you now, what with all that reflected light. Ha ha ha, oh how droll, yes I'll have another cocktail.
You think that there's an award or something coming up, it's hard to be sure, exactly, and everyone's having so much sophisticated fun, so why bother worrying? Oh look, it's your friends, they're having martinis, what a lovely drink. The semester is almost over and you are all reflecting back on your many accomplishments and everything is going great and we're all having a good time and BAAAAAAAAAW!!!!!
