He and I are having a party on Friday, with great reluctance.

I'm not much of a party person. It's not that I don't like parties, except, well, I guess I just don't like parties. Especially hosting them. You get too large a crowd, you get a big mess, you get vomit and spilled booze and strained relations with the neighbors. In short, you get bullshit I don't want to deal with.

My ideal party is 10 folks. You can have from one to five conversations going on, and that keeps it nice and intimate. The small size of the group keeps its own order; one person in ten is less likely to get obnoxious than one in fifty.

But what's done is done. This fool is the guest of honor.


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