June 1922
I was having a gay time at the party that night. Drinks were flowing across the room, men and women enjoying themselves. It was a very good evening.
I had hoped that at least two people would attend the party that night. Nick Carraway, and a beautiful girl by the name of Daisy Buchanan.
I might as well come clean.
A long time ago me and Daisy were a loving couple. It was a love unrivaled by Romeo and Juliet, or Cleopatra and Marc Antony. I had never thought I would meet a girl so beautiful, however at the time I was poor and tried to pull myself off as rich to impress her. Unfortunately I had to join in the war effort and leave Daisy behind. Now I see what happened. She met a new man and lived a new life. However, I had always wanted to meet her once more. That is the real reason I host all of these parties.
But lo, I have more news.
I had a feeling that the young Nick Carraway had seemed familiar to me. As it turns out, after meeting with him, turns out he was in the Third Division, Ninth Machine Gun Battalion during the Great War. We talked for a bit and I also got to see a young Jordan baker, a very... Infamous golfer. I told her I was an Oxford man and some other tidbits of my life. It was surely an exciting night.
How was your weekend my friends?
Monday, October 29, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Familiarity
June 1922
I was completely unable to sleep last night. I had a range of nightmares that had kept me up the whole time. I felt extremely tired and felt a good cup of Earl Grey would help.
As I was drinking the Earl Gray, I remembered that Nick Carraway fellow I saw by the docks. He was the one who had bought the house next to mine. For some reason that man seems oddly familiar and I cannot get him out of my mind. However I can't remember where I have heard that name before.
I suppose if the man is to show up at my party I may ask him myself.
J.G.
I was completely unable to sleep last night. I had a range of nightmares that had kept me up the whole time. I felt extremely tired and felt a good cup of Earl Grey would help.
As I was drinking the Earl Gray, I remembered that Nick Carraway fellow I saw by the docks. He was the one who had bought the house next to mine. For some reason that man seems oddly familiar and I cannot get him out of my mind. However I can't remember where I have heard that name before.
I suppose if the man is to show up at my party I may ask him myself.
J.G.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Getting Ready For The Party
June 1922
Hello my friends. It's me again.
I am finishing preparations for my next party which are to begin on Friday night. I just love having these.
Usually the concept is simple, get a nice band to play (Preferably Jazz) and round up some liquor and snacks. Sounds simple really, but what is the real main attraction is the scope.
People usually swarm my home for these parties; with numbers ranging in the hundreds! Luckily my house is big enough for such a celebration.
Now I know what you are all thinking right now... "But Mr. Gatsby, isn't alcohol illegal in the U.S. currently?" Yes my friends it is but I am sure you wouldn't rat me out. I am sure I can trust you, I can't explain why so don't ask me but I do feel like you people are a fine breed of folk. Nevertheless, I am sure I am not the only one breaking the 18th Amendment at this point in time.
Many of you are wondering what bewitched me to start these little parties in the first place. I am sorry my friends but I can't really tell you at this point in time. I hope you understand.
For those of you living in the West Egg area, or even East Egg. Maybe you can take a stop by and have a fun time! Friday is the day!
J.G.
Hello my friends. It's me again.
I am finishing preparations for my next party which are to begin on Friday night. I just love having these.
Usually the concept is simple, get a nice band to play (Preferably Jazz) and round up some liquor and snacks. Sounds simple really, but what is the real main attraction is the scope.
People usually swarm my home for these parties; with numbers ranging in the hundreds! Luckily my house is big enough for such a celebration.
Now I know what you are all thinking right now... "But Mr. Gatsby, isn't alcohol illegal in the U.S. currently?" Yes my friends it is but I am sure you wouldn't rat me out. I am sure I can trust you, I can't explain why so don't ask me but I do feel like you people are a fine breed of folk. Nevertheless, I am sure I am not the only one breaking the 18th Amendment at this point in time.
Many of you are wondering what bewitched me to start these little parties in the first place. I am sorry my friends but I can't really tell you at this point in time. I hope you understand.
For those of you living in the West Egg area, or even East Egg. Maybe you can take a stop by and have a fun time! Friday is the day!
J.G.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
A Brief Biography of Yours Truly
June 1922
For my second post I shall give a brief biography of bits and pieces of my life. It is so you all can get a small idea of who I am.
As you have probably seen, I am an Oxford man. I graduated from Oxford when we were given the opportunity after The Great War had ended. Yes you heard it correctly, I fought in The Great War back in '17. I will never forget those days.
Through my entrepreneurship and enthusiasm I was able to acquire large sums of money in my business and become the rich man I am today. I secured a beautiful house in West Egg and began hosting parties every weekend. I however choose not to appear completely. I have never been the best host of parties however I should hope my patrons don't mind that.
That is about all you need to know for now so I should probably add a quick update. I was out by the docks and holding my nice pocket watch out to the reflection of the sunlight. Needless to say it cast quite a green hue. Green has always been one of my favorite colors. I will be holding another party this weekend. Perhaps anyone living in the West Egg area reading this shall attend.
J.G.
For my second post I shall give a brief biography of bits and pieces of my life. It is so you all can get a small idea of who I am.
As you have probably seen, I am an Oxford man. I graduated from Oxford when we were given the opportunity after The Great War had ended. Yes you heard it correctly, I fought in The Great War back in '17. I will never forget those days.
Through my entrepreneurship and enthusiasm I was able to acquire large sums of money in my business and become the rich man I am today. I secured a beautiful house in West Egg and began hosting parties every weekend. I however choose not to appear completely. I have never been the best host of parties however I should hope my patrons don't mind that.
That is about all you need to know for now so I should probably add a quick update. I was out by the docks and holding my nice pocket watch out to the reflection of the sunlight. Needless to say it cast quite a green hue. Green has always been one of my favorite colors. I will be holding another party this weekend. Perhaps anyone living in the West Egg area reading this shall attend.
J.G.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Mysterious Object of Some Kind Found
June 2012
Hello my friends, my name is Jay Gatsby.
I am a young man of wealthy accommodations living in West Egg of Long Island in the United States of America. I don't like to gloat about my wealth but I feel it is applicable for this certain situation. The year is 1922, although I am sure you are aware my friends. I find this to be an odd device in it's own.
About 3 days ago, a young and aspiring inventor who I won't name, put a new invention on the market he called "The Laptop". He said it would allow the person to contact people all over the world. He said however that "Clock's mean nothing there." I don't quite understand what he meant by that but nevertheless I was intrigued to buy it. It was a for a large sum but I was able to acquire the device. In it was a "Blog" with my name put in it. When I asked the original maker what it was he merely told me that it was for recording my activities over the course of my life.
This will be my first "Post" and already this board with letters is giving me a headache. However I must note it's similarities to another device widely common nowadays. Anyways, the inventor has disappeared and I cannot contact him any longer. It doesn't matter to me but it is quirky.
West Egg is a grand area with lot's of party goers and odd folks. I hold weekend long parties every week however I don't show myself. I am not the best host if you get my saying.
I noticed that a nice home next to mine has been taken by a young man who goes by Nick Carraway. I hope to meet the man soon as that name is eerily familiar to me. In any case I hope all of you reading this "Blog" come to enjoy my story and life. I would love to continue talking about me, however I don't have much time right now to do so. And so I will end it here my friends. I hope I can get a little more used to this "Laptop" of sorts.
C'est la vie!
J.G.
Hello my friends, my name is Jay Gatsby.
I am a young man of wealthy accommodations living in West Egg of Long Island in the United States of America. I don't like to gloat about my wealth but I feel it is applicable for this certain situation. The year is 1922, although I am sure you are aware my friends. I find this to be an odd device in it's own.
About 3 days ago, a young and aspiring inventor who I won't name, put a new invention on the market he called "The Laptop". He said it would allow the person to contact people all over the world. He said however that "Clock's mean nothing there." I don't quite understand what he meant by that but nevertheless I was intrigued to buy it. It was a for a large sum but I was able to acquire the device. In it was a "Blog" with my name put in it. When I asked the original maker what it was he merely told me that it was for recording my activities over the course of my life.
This will be my first "Post" and already this board with letters is giving me a headache. However I must note it's similarities to another device widely common nowadays. Anyways, the inventor has disappeared and I cannot contact him any longer. It doesn't matter to me but it is quirky.
West Egg is a grand area with lot's of party goers and odd folks. I hold weekend long parties every week however I don't show myself. I am not the best host if you get my saying.
I noticed that a nice home next to mine has been taken by a young man who goes by Nick Carraway. I hope to meet the man soon as that name is eerily familiar to me. In any case I hope all of you reading this "Blog" come to enjoy my story and life. I would love to continue talking about me, however I don't have much time right now to do so. And so I will end it here my friends. I hope I can get a little more used to this "Laptop" of sorts.
C'est la vie!
J.G.
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