Lots of fun. Only three guests, but somehow that many people in our apartment makes it feel like a crowd.
Wish my best friend and Sis's boyfriend could have been there too, but oh well, life happens.
It was still a great amount of fun. I got some good introspection going and figured out a few very vital things. I don't normally play with alcohol, but when I do, I generally learn something. If there's something I've been thinking about that I can't get a good perspective on because I'm right in the middle of the problem, give me a beer, distract me, and then (after I've become somewhat buzzed and am making approximately one typographical error that I do not feel like correcting per three sentences) remind me of the issue via some roundabout way, and I will be able to get a better idea of what is going on. Make me write down the better idea of what's going on, and then when I've sobered up again, I'll be able to do something with that better understanding.
The party felt just like the parties that my parents used to throw when I lived with them, the same feeling of industry and happy anticipation beforehand, and the same feeling of people getting to know each other and general happiness throughout the party. To truly be authentic, there would have had to have been at least ten more people there, though, and a jam session with a lot of fiddles and accordions happening in the living room, and a discussion of poetry or politics or something happening out on the patio.
But it was a good start.
I take this as a sign that my new family is healthy and happy and is continuing to grow. It's so nice to have a family like that, and I'm glad I've had that all my life, and I'm glad my nephew is getting that.