Well, on one hand, not much. There are no-shows. The hall is entirely too large. One band comes down with the swine flu.
On the other? Ana learns that, given a can of black spray paint, a dozen pumpkins, and some glitter, Bev can make the dreariest of places seem glamourous. Bev learns that, given one month to plan and gallons of scotch, Ana can make a go of anything. Things we all learned: cold meatballs taste horrible; old, haunted, Polish literary societies could use some funding for electrical updating; disco balls require more than one spotlight; people like prizes; good music, booze, and darkness make for a good party; we have some really great friends.
Will we do it again? Probably not. I can't speak for Bev, but I have decided that it's better by far to attend a party and criticize it than throw one. But if you need a good band or some leftover decorations, let us know...
