The things we brought (a margarita pitcher and chips and salsa set, too garish for me - or not garish enough - and a checkered stock pot that was just too damned big for our kitchen) seemed well-received, and were in fact traded many times. I think the hot item of the night was the commemorative C-3PO mug - bright and shiny and well-chosen for the audience.
Earlier we'd tried to make the movie, but I had a brain fart and forgot it was at 6:30 and not at 7. Oops. I think I'm going to try for the 4 PM show tomorrow. I'll to bed soon, after I see how Harry Dresden breaks out of the current bad situation he's in.