The city that never sleeps they say, filled with continous sounds of sirens drowned by the loud voices of thousands of new yorkers yelling: “Taxi Taxi”. “Get your hot dogs here! $5 only!” “Get your evening paper! Senator has an affair with school teacher”. There was a late winter chill in the air as you could see the sun setting just under Brooklyn Bridge. Thousands of New Yorkers flooding to the subway trying to get back home, escaping from the spectacle simply known as “Life as a New Yorker”, but for one girl this was about to be the most eventful night of her life.
Joy filled the air as many workers and family members talked and laughed together over a glass of wine, children running around the hall with candy canes in their hands. The smell of cheap mulled wine wafts through the air as waiters rush around filling up people glasses before the owner realised it was empty. At one corner where the obsessive fashion freaks gossiping about who was looking hot or not so hot at the party. Not so far away from them where the kids running around the Christmas tree, taking a sneaky peek at what was so beautifully concealed under that shiny paper. Over at the heart of the hall where the men, the manly men and the boys trying to fit in trying so hard to impress one guy.
