Chapter 3 - Imaginary Journal - Daisy's Point of View

The weekend is here again, and I can see the great mansion, across the water, lit up brightly. The West Egg is home to the new rich, and since they do not possess the social grace we do, they enjoy showing off their wealth with lavish parties. I have heard that these parties are quite extravagant. Though I've never been to a party at the West Egg, from what I gathered from my friends I can imagine what it is like. Drunk girls and men arguing over when to leave, crates of fresh lemon and oranges, a live orchestra, scrumptious food. Now that I think of it, this doesn't sound bad at all. I always let Tom talk me into believing things. I should make some time to attend one of these parties, I'm sure I would enjoy myself.