Imagine that you just got home from a late night at one of the mysterious Gatsby’s famous parties at his gloriously ostentatious mansion on East Egg. Everyone who’s anyone was there, and do you have stories to tell!
Using at least eight words from the “Slang of the 1920’s” packet, write a blog post about your experience. Be sure to include a lot of emotion and vivid details. (Extra points if you mention characters and details from the book.)
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The sun's rising and I'm not quite ready for bed. I just got home from a party at Gatsby's, and let me tell you, it was the bee's knees and cat's pajamas all rolled into one. From the moment I arrived there were fly boys and flappers getting a wiggle on- clearly they had consumed their fair share of giggle water.
ReplyDeleteAs I walked around the room with my friend Dora (no, she's not dumb), this man named Tom kept hitting on us. He seemed like a regular drugstore cowboy, but I later heard from Jordan Baker that he's rolling in the dough. She also said he's married, though, and I'd never double-cross another man's wife. Dora and I told Tom to scram and he threw a fit. It almost seemed like he would smack both of us around just because we told him that despite being spifflicated, we don't take any wooden nickles.
Dora grabbed my arm and we went in search of the elusive Gatsby. That man must be a sheik! I mean, his house is so swanky it's hard to believe that he's completely on the level. Every room is made of marble; every ceiling is strewn with chandeliers. Even the bathroom, where we found some pill named Klipspringer upchucking, was decked in gold. Now, I'm no gold digger, but if this Gatsby guy is half as hotsy-totsy as his house is, I may just fall in love. Sadly, even though we looked in every fancy corner, he was nowhere to be found.
-Lindsay C.
I've just gotten home from a party at that Gatsby fellow's place. And what a place it was! He sure put on the ritz for all his guests. Everything was as elegant as it could be. Every room was chock full of bearcats and shieks. I can't believe he actually knows this many people. I don't even know him! I only went to the party because my friend was invited and he dragged me along.
ReplyDeleteAs I went from room to room I kept overhearing rumors
about this Gatsby fellow. Apparently most people didn't
believe he was as on the level as he claimed to be, and
was always getting up to some kind of baloney. Some
said he got his dough from selling bootleg. I even
heard someone say he killed somebody! When I tried
to edge in to the conversation he got all
defensive-like and told me it was none of my beeswax.
Just when I was considering heading home I ran into
Tom, that hard boiled guy from work. He was sauntering
around alongside his wife and some other guy I later
found out was his wife's cousin. I could tell something was eating him, but he wouldn't say what. Later on I figured it out - Gatsby was goofy for his wife! Every time I saw him talking to the two Tom was a wet blanket, and Gatsby always looked at his wife like she was the berries. Knowing Tom I expected him to tell Gatsby to scram, but he knew better. Heck no one would want to get in trouble with a big cheese like Gatsby. I just hope he isn't as bad as the rumors say - I'd hate for Tom to get bumped off.
-Ben H.
I had just gotten home from one of Gatsby's parties. It was fancy! Everyone was all dolled up! Nobody seemed to be dressed like a rag-a-muffin. Each room had the brightest lighting and the fanciest chandeliers you could imagine. The big cheese Gatsby was sure bringing in the dough. I don't think I've ever seen a house as ritzy as Gatsby's house! The party was deffinitely putting on a ritz and everyone seemed to be enjoying it!
ReplyDeleteThe minute I was about to leave Daisy came up to me. Daisy was not in a very ducky mood! She came up to me sobbing. I didn't know why. I asked, "What's eating you Daisy?" She said everything was swell but it was obviously a lie. Daisy had discovered that her husband Tom was cheating on her. What a double-crossed man!
- Kristina D.
Man what a party! As i got into bed i began to think about everything that had went on...
ReplyDeleteMy wife and I pulled up in our breezer as others were pulling up in their iron. I had heard that there were going to be plenty of golddiggers there tonight who were going to try to get a wiggle on with the big chesse, Gatsby. As my wife and i walked through the door we noticed all the shieks and shebas pouring out gigglewater. We joined in the fun and started drinking and soon the place seemed like a Gin mill; there was so much alcohol being passed around. It seemed that after a couple hours most of the people there were spifflicated. My wife and I met many elegant people whom were very interesting to talk with. The evening was pretty relaxed however it was a great time. When we were ready to leave I couldn't say I had any beef! It was a swell time. At around three o' clock Gatsby and his servents told everyone to beat it. That night was very memorable and I hope that my wife and I get invited to another.
- Rob D