I'm not very good at parties (you'll be shocked to hear)
but as long as there's plenty of free flowing conversation and alcohol, it should totally 'go off'.

The worst party I ever had was my 25th. It was shocking. I invited a bunch of internet types as well as my three or four IRL friends. Because there were going to be more people than my little flat could contain, my Dad arranged for me to have the use of his golf club function room.

Surprisingly, none of my internet shut-ins turned up, so there were about two dozen people rattling around a huge room. No-one danced to my Dad's awesome DJing, and the male stripper my workmate arranged got lost and didn't turn up.

*flashbacks*
*cries*
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:20, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

I think you win.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:21, Reply)

I learned then never to trust internet types.
They's all lying bastards, innit?
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:22, Reply)

Totally.
I now know that IRL you're a trucker called Dave.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:26, Reply)

in real life i know a trucker called dave
I assume that on the internet he's an skinny 16 year old whose parents don't understand her
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:27, Reply)

Aren't we all?

( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:42, Reply)

Yes.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:46, Reply)