The usual complement of drunken idiocy - tho with a little more wanting-to-kill-half-the-people-here than usual - and random nonsense. Froze a lot of things, including a small watermelon and some racketballs. The balls made VERY loud noises when they hit. The watermelon was very satisfying (tho cleaning up tomorrow promises to be interesting). Some good music, and I accidentally clubbed gement over the head while rocking out to David Duchovny. She suffered no damage, but I hurt my hand (hitting enter or shift is QUITE unpleasant at the moment). Didn't get to spend nearly as much time as I'd've liked just sitting and flirting with pretty girls - those I'm already on good terms with or otherwise - tho things calmed down somewhere between 1 and 2 and I finally got in some decent skritching-cute-girl time. Didn't get to have some conversations I'd hoped to have, tho I didn't really expect to manage it.
And now I am going to go to sleep.
Next party, somebody else can play host. I ain't doing squat if it doesn't involve sitting and either petting or being petted.