I wouldn't mind if that one person was me. In fact, I'd love it if it was me. But it never is. Ever.
No, I'm the person who didn't really want to go in the first place, but gets emotionally blackmailed into it, and is then promised that "everyone else is dressing up," and so reluctantly goes dressed as a giant baby, and then looks even more of a dick than he already did in contrast to the bloke he spends the whole night talking to who's just wearing a really nice pair of jeans and one of those cool tops with the little penguin logo on it.
The fucker.
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