private party

bust in on some party before i leave falls park. there's this restaurant / dining area that overlooks the falls. notice a bunch of people going in and out; drinking and eating. figure i might as well make an appearance. everyone's waiting for me. walk up to the front doors - "closed for private reception." yeah, whatever? go inside. about 100 exec-type men and women are drinking wine and mingling. all dressed up. everyone wearing name tags - "hello i'm (so and so...)" then there's me. lookin pretty un-exec. dirty boy. pale and sick. scruffy beard. messy hair. jeans. grey hoodie. no name tag. sticking out like a sore thumb here. make a b-line to the bathroom. wash my face. try to flatten my hair a little. ok, let's go back out... alright, there's the food. let me just squeeze between these overweight business men. grab some carrots, celery, maybe some of that pink stuff? ok, there's the wine. i'll just pirouette between these couples talking about that shitty landscape painting on the wall. ok, going red tonite. let's dart out to the balcony. get some fresh air. phwew! sit down. look out onto the falls. everyone who walks by gives me the "who the hell is that guy?"-look. just chewing on some celery, folks! drinking some wine. staring at the river. please, fuck off. see one guy there my age. bearded. messy hair. looks familiar. he's dressed casual but nice and not all business-like. talking with some lady about his job or something. keeps looking at me like he knows me somehow too. like we're looking at our own reflections, or something. except he's making me look damn good right now and i'm making him look like shit.