CAFFEINE FREE

I want to host a party where guests have to dress up in fancy dresses and well tailored suits. Shoes will be allowed indoors and it is a prerequisite that they must match your outfit and cannot be black. It will be a hush-hush affair and all attendees will be immediately ushered into a corridor by a mousey-looking girl with ginger coloured hair in neat double fish braids, and not a single freckle on her perfect face. The corridor will lead guests to a dimly lit room hidden from the public eye, by a sci-fi metallic door that scans your iris to allow entrance. An elaborate mask adored with feathers, sequins and gems must cover each and every guest's face and all will mingle around with a montrachet glass in hand filled with peppermint-flavoured soft serve ice cream. Perfect swirls of mint green blobs with no sprinkles and no spoons included. And that is all that will be served for the night. Everyone will walk around giving pecks on the cheeks of strangers, speaking into each other's ears in quiet voices over the loud and garish music playing from an old gramophone. No one would know the lyrics to any of the songs. And so all will walk around and around searching for a familiar face beneath those feathered masks, with ice cream that never seem to melt.