Gemotions

“Dinner and a movie,” I scoffed, tossing the invitation onto the counter with an unceremonious thud. Emily's lack of imagination was legendary, but I was still surprised at the sheer blandness of her plan. The predictability of it was almost offensive.

I pictured the dimly lit restaurant, the predictable menu, and the endless small talk. The boredom of it all was overwhelming. My fingers itched with an urge to tear the paper. I wouldn't. I'd simply attend my own event, which was guaranteed to be memorable.

My party would be an experience. A themed escape room, complete with riddles, costumes, and a gourmet food truck. I imagined Emily's reaction when she heard of its success. A mixture of envy and bewilderment.