At the height of the party, ZombieKid and theGnome watched a movie upstairs, the engineer contingent (four of them, including theCSO) watched a different movie in a different room, while Big Gorilla played his guitar downstairs next to the bar and everybody else talked and drank. We had over a dozen people and everybody seemed to have a good time. We polished off lots of gin and champagne.
My brother Jason had showed up and made a drunken ass of himself in front of our friends and theCSO and I had to devote lots of energy at 2am to trying to figure out how to get him home while he insisted that nobody should drive him.
Finally, we disabled his vehicle and locked him out. That sounds really harsh, but he only lives a mile or so away, so we figured he'd find his way home or call himself the cab we'd been trying to get him to let us call for him.
So my past was evident enough. That said, even as a kid, I dreamed about throwing parties where smart people came to hang out with me and talk about important things. And brother or no, smart people do hang out at my parties and discuss important things. (And watch movies, and talk politics, play geeky card games and in Big Gorilla's case explain how Warren Zevon was a misunderstood genius.)
May we all spend 2008 getting closer to becoming the people we want to be.