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I should probably point out that my definition of a party has changed some over the years. As a friend of mine once quipped, "it's not a party until somebody relapses."


The fact that I didn't mention this to you all when you were actually conversing says a lot about my minimal hosting skills, K, but that law student and political operative you were talking to on Saturday are also your neighbors.

Thanks for coming!

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