How is it that in an hour I receive successive phone calls to tell me that the party has been transferred to my house!?!?!
So folks, now i’m the host of the NYE party of my small-town friends (no offence to small towns and all, or my friends for that matter!). Problem is, it has to be good……
What I actually need is a BBQ…. and a bigger fridge… and a sense of hospitality… and bon bons…. (everyone loves bon bons)……
I’m hopeless at this stuff folks. I’m good at ‘going’ to parties. I’m good at making an appearance, being friendly and courteous as a recipient of (hopefully) free alcohol and food. I can mingle, I can interact, I can socialise.
I’m not a good host…… and I still can’t find a place to buy bon bons
Looking on the bright side I receive an e-mail from a very attractive girl asking to stay at my place for New Years. After informing her that she has to sleep with me (figuratively speaking), she agreed 
(note: you all know me, she’s going to ’sleep’ with me … not ’sleeeep’ with me :P)
If only planning a party at my house was this easy….
