What I was thinking when I attended Gatsby's party

Gatsby’s party was a drunken mess. Not to say my parties are not drunken, but at least they had purpose, to see friends and spend time with them. It looked like people from everywhere had just shown up in Gatsby’s backyard and pool with out of nowhere, like they just waltzed in and decided to have a party, and Gatsby’s servants had no choice but to capitulate and help. At my parties you know the people there, even if there are few, and can have meaningful conversation. Everyone at this party was drunk, and although most of the guests were interesting in title, we did not know any of them, and I did not talk to much of anyone that night besides Nick. At some point Daisy disappeared, and so did Gatsby coincidentally, although Gatsby is the host of the party and obviously has business to attend to on a regular basis. I did some research into Gatsby before his party, and did not find much, except that he has some connections to some unscrupulous people, and I have concluded rightly that his fortune most likely comes from bootlegging, and other illegal business. The night was like a swirling mess of color, chatter, and constant noise, from either people or the music. It was a grand party, even great by standards of size, but the organization of it, as if everything was thrown together…. The party was a blur, a mess, and I began missing Daisy. I did not like this type of party Gatsby threw, with hundreds of people, some more wish-wash than others, none of which you knew. The rabble and the rich may have come together in a party like this, and no one would have known the difference. It might have been better if I knew more people at it, but this type of party did not seem representative of Gatsby’s personality, even if I did not really know the man. I asked Nick if he would make sure to tell Daisy I wanted to go if he saw her, and a little while later we left the party.