Me + Parties = Disaster

This is of course a shortened list.

I like parties, but not really. I mean, I don't see the point in making a bunch of small talk with strangers I will most likely never see again, and everyone is inebriated anyway, so one person's slurred words are likely no better than the next person's.

Occasionally though, I see that people around me are seeming to enjoy meeting strangers, so I give it a shot. Usually though, I just come off as desperate and needy since at that point I am determined to have a successful stranger interaction, and the person does not appreciate my antics.

So, my favorite parts about a party have thus become music and inebriated dancing. When there is bad music, I have no qualms about changing it should there be a visible, tangible device for music changing.

Occasionally, this results in people taking away said devices, such as last night when I was using the arrow keys on a keyboard sitting on a speaker to flip through songs. A guy eventually detected there was a serial music changer at his party, and I later found that the keyboard had been taken away and there was now a remote control device of sorts that he kept with him the whole night.

So, in summary, you don't want me at your party unless you enjoy watching someone embarass themselves with copious amounts of dancing and anti-social behaviours.