Early on in the party, Rebecca dropped the tiki-god bottle opener and he broke on the floor. When the household tiki gods depart, you know it's not a good sign. Apart from the obvious, the party was successful.
I'm pissed off, depressed and hung-over. An unlikely combination and I don't recommend it. I'm sticking to my plan of taking the day off from work. As an act of self-destructive protest, I'm gonna sit and drink and eat leftover party food until I burst like an overfed tick.