When I was in high school, I sought out weekend parties. There was that one house with the cool parents who allowed too many people, too-loud music, sticky floors from spilt booze, cigarette smoke and the availability of various products of the mind-altering type.
Parties then became mostly for special occasions, like weddings or milestone birthdays. While those still happen today, my favourite is the dinner party, both formal and informal. A gathering of family and/or friends, breaking bread, sharing our stories. This is what makes me happy.
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