Interestingly, I wasn't particularly mopey at the party. I had a really good time, overall. At those times when I normally would have been /really/ unhappy, I was merely "eh, whatever"y.
I choose to blame this on the drugs. And later the booze (I made Paul and I each a sour apple martini). I talked with various people that I know to various degrees, got to know Paul a little better (see, Paul, I remember your name, Paul), helped someone get home (by which I mean loaned her my phone so she could call for a cab). Got a cloven fruit by accident (someone dropped it, it rolled down the stairs to me, and they didn't want it back), but never gave it to anyone (offered it to one, got turned down, gave up). Got there around 9, 930, left around 120. Not bad. It was fun. Glad I went. Good party.
Ivo: anybody you think should be invited to my bday party but isn't, either send me email addresses and I can add them, or give them my email and they can do the same. And if you'd like to use the invitotron for future parties, let me know.
On a completely unrelated note:
If I wear Axe, and women don't rub themselves on me, can I sue for false advertising?