Sweet Little Nothings
New Year’s eve was only a day away. Garry Glum sat in his desk at work, wondering where the time had gone. His coworker Linda came up to him to remind him that it was his turn to clean out the office refrigerator.
"Typical," he said with a frown.
"Oh, Garry, it’s not so bad. Anyways, do you have any new years resolutions?"
"Uh, yeah. Where do I start? What, you want the whole list?" Garry began reading from a thick packet of stapled papers. "1) Get a new job. 2) Get in shape. 3) Get that stupid tattoo removed. 4) Stop daydreaming about becoming a contestant on American Idol. 5) Stop talking to my cat. 6) Stop eating massive amounts of candy every morning. 7) Stop-"
"-Ok, ok. Gosh, that’s a big list."
"I’ve been writing it for over five years now. Same problems, five years later. Nothing ever changes."
"Stop being a bummer, geez! Take it one resolution at a time. What’s the most important thing in that whole list?" Garry thought about this for a moment.
"I guess #326- have fun. I haven’t had fun in, like, years."
"Oh, well that one’s easy- you should have fun on New Year’s eve, tomorrow night. What are your plans?"
"Oh, I don’t know. Probably just sit at home watching reruns of MASH and folding laundry."
"You should have a party. A FUN party. I’ll come, and I’ll get all my friends and people from the office to come, too."
"I don’t know how to have a party. I don’t have any of the decorations, snacks, or anything."
"Gosh, Garry. Be optimistic! Get creative! I gotta go but I’ll see you there, tomorrow night!"
Garry arrived home to find a package from his mother- it was a huge box of New Years-themed candy from the most amazing bulk candy store... CandyWarehouse! Perfect!
The next night, his doorbell rang. It was Linda, with fifteen of her closest friends. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
"Oh, wow! This place looks amazing!"
Rock candy swizzle sticks stood brightly on a table in the center of the room, surrounded by colorful Hershey’s Kisses and candy chocolate clocks. His kitchen counter was turned into a candy bar, with peppermint candy shot glasses, candy cocktail stirrers, and even an assortment of liquor-filled chocolate bottles. His collection of gumball machines were stationed throughout the apartment.
The party was a smashing success. Guests were impressed and delighted with the themed décor, and could not get enough of the treats. Linda asked Garry if he was having fun.
"You know what? I think I am!" he announced with a smile. A few minutes later, though, he turned to her with a slight frown.
"Of course, later I’ll have to clean it up. And everyone’s eating my candy. And I’ll never be on American Idol. Simon would tear me to shreds."
Linda rolled her eyes and grabbed a handful of M&Ms.