As my orders of fuzzy navels slowly but surely transmute into orders for fuzzy fuck knuckles my favourite type of party settles into its random but perfect rhythm. The formula is simple invite people you really like, kids, no kids over. Feed them as well as you can, set up a rampantly alcoholic table, and relax into a perfect sunday. Brunch is a party built on top conversation, no police call out (usually) and finishes whenever you like. This one ended at 8pm for me I think, having passed out in a chair watching something something Darkside.
Thanks so much to everyone who came. You made my January.
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