Nov 27, 2018
West Egg, New York City, was a quiet, rural peninsula just across the lake from its opulent counterpart, East Egg--yet come Friday and Saturday night, the sleepy retreat was transformed into a spectacle of lights, music, and drunken dancing, well into the early morning, a spectacle Nick Carraway happened to partake in from time to time, or at least join to watch at a distance.
Through the throngs of laughter and cheer, Nick managed to find fresher air by the small bar set up just for the occasion. He held out a bill to the barkeep, trying to be heard over the orchestra. “An old-fashioned, thank you.”
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