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They're Balloons! For a Party!
(Note: Party stories are never, ever interesting. You have been warned.)

My new roommates and I had a housewarming party this past Saturday night to show off The House to our friends. Two of them, however, had just moved into town and (between the two of them) brought a mother (!) and a girlfriend (who was feeling ill and retired quickly). The third new roommate is a pal of mine from college and a number of our friends overlap...which means I found myself throwing what was more or less an anniversary party for my first housewarming (which, you are astutely guessing, had been scheduled just before and took place just after 11 September 2001), featuring many familiar faces.

I was a little nervous, since my last party (nearly six months ago; birthday-oriented) had been kind of awkward and strained. (I was really tired. Hadn't planned it well.)

This time around, though, everything fell into place. As I found myself telling people afterward, it's hard to go wrong when you've got two caterers and a DJ in-house. Plus my roommate's sister brought her dog to the festivities (awww, Addie!) and we broke out the piñata that came with the house (full of stale Chiclets and a joy to behold). I'm personally fascinated by watching personalities clicking, too.

At about 1 a.m., as things were starting to wind down, I was sitting in the kitchen talking with two friends. I did a quick mental count and was shocked to realize that there were 14 people still in the house, yet there was no indication that there was anyone around but for the three of us. I'd always been vaguely aware of how much room there was in The House, but damn! No wonder parties feel small in there and people like to stick together: it's an imposing space!

Anyhow, yeah. Good party. All right.
peachy as always, Mike at 11:28 PM