Gemotions

He stared at the Facebook event, "Bowling and Pizza!" A shiver of something like amusement ran down his spine. His party was a black-tie gala, a dazzling spectacle of art, music, and exquisite cuisine. He checked his tie, already perfectly knotting.

He could picture the scene at the bowling alley: the clatter of pins, the smell of grease, the relentless noise. He pictured his own event. It would be elegant, composed, and unforgettable. He was confident it would be the event of the year, and he had orchestrated it perfectly.

He saw himself greeting his guests, radiating charm and effortless superiority. He smiled to himself and checked his reflection one last time.