It would be hardly expected for one face to stand out in such a sea of people.

I tapped my heel anxiously on the marble floor. How much longer until this cursed thing would be over? The question protruding perpetually in my mind. I hated these kinds of gatherings; crowded, predictable, meaningless, not to mention hot. Wasn't there some sort room capacity limit? Surely the last guest must have far surpassed it. 

I began to count the seconds in my head, "1, 2, 3, 4....", hoping this would distract me from the relentless suffering I was facing. Instead of helping to amend the problem, the counting only led me to be more aware of just how slow time was passing. I subconsciously proceeded to tear apart the name card at my seat. Once finished I went on to tear up the name tag of the seat to my left, its previous occupant out on the dance floor somewhere, far too preoccupied to ever notice or care about the tragic fate of this little piece of paper. Bit by bit a rather impressive little pile of paper began to cultivate in front of me. When finally I added the final piece to the top of the pile I leaned back to admire my work, "What a perfectly splendid use of an evening" I thought to myself. I put my hand over my mouth, "What a silly girl I am, I giggled softly to myself. I felt a sharp kick in the back of my chair, and my small moment of bliss quickly melted away. I looked up with surprise and annoyance straight into the perfectly polished (and rather piggy in my opinion, and my opinion only) face of  (insert snobby and creative name here).