Well, *I* had a fabulous time. My designated driver, Tubby, played the
outstanding role of wall-flower, but given he's particularly lazy, he
mostly sat and watched everyone actually having fun. (And yes,
I ignored his wishy-washy self as to not inhibit my fun.)
You know you're at a good party when your hostess (Kristen) puts
colorful crap on the floor.
And from what I'm told, there being ample party supplies means a
good time will be had by all.
The use of the party supplies then is explanation for the human
types mingling in close quarters.
With enough party supplies, there appears to be an outbreak
of dancing and flinging things.
But we get to the point where it's time for the countdown to midnight...
... which is apparently celebrated by squishing a duck. Geesh, and
we just met a few hours before.