My party had only about 8 people...I invited 28. But you know what, it was a success anyway. It was cozy and comfortable. And we stuffed ourselves with snacks and drinks and listened to good music. I just need to remember that it was probably too close to Christmas. Or I just don't have many friends. Whatever, it didn't diminish the night.
The next party will be in January or February (and Malte, I promise to invite you, a factor I overlooked in my dayquil/nyquil/sudafed-induced state *sad and "i'm sorry" face*)
It's snowing at the moment, Deborah Cox is in the CD player, and I am gorging myself on vodka-filled chocolates. I feel so Marlon Brando at the moment...as if all the cares of the world can be forgotten just by eating an entire apple pie.