Yep, two AM and about seven guests are left ... three upstairs playing Cults Across America (though butterflake surely seems to be fading out), four in the dining room playing Carcasonne. The big table is covered with empty bottles, and not one but two loving guests brought me giant bottles of tequila. I might be ready to go to bed, or not, as I am typically blogging this late in the night anyway. I'm in a happy mood - the party went well and as usual people were chatting across social groups in a fab way. My only regret is not getting to spend enough time chatting with butterbee, though it is always the way of parties for the hostess to have but a little time to spend with any guest individually. Maybe I can sneak some time in tomorrow, say after I serve my dad a big dinner.