There was the usual logistical snafu hooking up with awfief after her rehearsal, so we just missed each other and she headed on home to await my call. Otherwise, I might have thought to snag my luggage against the possibility I might want to crash at the party. Ah well.
The party was a total blast, but got too loud for me to enjoy (there was an amusing, if annoying incident where I was trying to tell cgull_ that it was too loud for our respective hearing abilities, but he couldn't hear me), so I went up to folzgold's room where he and a few of his friends were hanging out, and it was much quieter and more relaxed. Later, I floated over to another room, met more people and had a nice chat with quietann.
When the party wound down some, I ventured back downstairs and got to have several nice conversations with various existing and new friends. Eventually awfief and her sweetie ran down, so I went back home with them.
"Basically mold with habañero peppers." (later turned out to be a discussion about cider, which was mulled with habs)
cgull_ was trying to tell me something, but all I got was "Your microclimate is too warm, [garbled] vibrator!"
"Let's see who's in there — oh, they are."
"We were talking about boobs earlier — I'm a connoisseur!" — Tony
"I'm not a sex object, I'm a sex subject!" — Sami
(apparent reference to an earlier conversation) "...pendulous breasts" "Penn Jilette's breasts???"
"I have to say `You look like my minister' isn't something you expect to say to young hot redheads!"