Describe the perfect party-either one you’ve been to, or one you wish you could be at.
What would be going on.
Who would be there.
What kind of food and drink.
How long would it last.
Let’s see what kind of party animals you are! 
Here’s highlights from a party from my more memorable “single, living at the beach” days.
Keg on the front porch (of course!), next to barbecue.
Jello shots passed about…please, take two!
REM, B52s, U2, cranking on the stereo.
People dancing in the living room.
People dancing on the living room furniture.
Couple screwing on floor in back hall, by dart board.
People still trying to play darts!!!
Bunch of half-nekkid people in attic, wrapped in Xmas decorations.
Mass skinny dipping at midnight…too many white shiny asses to count!
Several very attractive women interested in hooking up.
Buddy falling asleep on the dirty laundry in the bottom of his closet…since there was another couple screwing in his bed.
He had company with him!
Best of all…no hangover!
{looking around}
So, slythe, looks like your party’s falling a little flat…let’s see what I can do to pep things up.
I hear…a Lovin’ Spoonful anthology on the CD player.
Just me.
An eightball of crank, a case of malt liquor, and three packs of Marlboro red.
Until I passed out.
There. That should get everybody good and depressed, and we’ll start seeing some “pity posts” in here.
The perfect one I’ve been to is an inaugural ball at the state capitol. I had on an expensive dress I could never use anywhere else. I couldn’t believe all the pomp and flowers and limos and cameras going off, many with me in the background smiling vainly in case they appeared in the paper the next day. I never had so much fun! And everybody with me had worked together and yet been separated for a couple of months since the election, that it was full of good home-coming feelings.
I can only think of one thing right now that would ensure that we were on the way to the perfect party:
Bill Murray
Beer. SoCo & Sunkist (props to Homer for the idea). Pizza Hut Pizza (especially the insider, which kicks my ass). Many single females looking for a dirty bird. And of course, the indespensible: 2 tons of classic rock on the CD player (to inspire creative drug use). That’s my ultimate party formula.
Oh, and a 3 day weekend would help, too. For purposes of recovery, of course.
I am SO there. The only think I would add is fucking.
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what the hell
I always thoghtthe perfect party would involve enough bubble wrap to coat the walls, fllors, and furniture.
Baby Oil optional.
Baby oil is so yesterday. Extra-virgin olive oil is the way to go nowadays. 
There was this body shot party I went to once that may have been the perfect party, but I don’t really remember.
My Platonic ideal of a perfect party would probably take place in the Campbell Room in Grand Central (I’ve never been there, so it holds a mystique for me). The men would wear fly suits appropriate for a night on the town, the women elegant dresses suitable for same, and everyone fully prepared to shake that ass when the records hit the turntables. The martinis would be dry, the beer cool but not cold, and no matter how hard you try, the finger foods just won’t stain your clothes. It would, of course, be populated by my friends from RL and as many dopers as could make it, all of whom would be engaged in conversation fit to make the Algonquin Roundtable look on jealously. Look there, someone to my right has deftly quoted Doctor Johnson in a conversation about Marvel vs. Capcom 2, and no, I never had thought about reading Moby Dick as a retelling of the Oresteia, but when you put it that way…
What would be going on? Lots of slippin’ and slidin’…
Who would be there? Myself and slythe. (Hehehe…)
What kind of food and drink? Beer and Dill Pickle chips.
How long would it last? ::snicker:: Ummm…
Actually, one of the best parties I’ve ever been to was a Thanksgiving dinner party thrown by a friend, in which 10 people consumed over $1,000 in food and wine (and this stuff was all home-cooked, not a restaurant). Several lobsters, truffles, beef wellingtons, and a case of wine were all devoured. The dinner took us 4 hours to eat, from the appetizer to dessert.
Now, what would have made that perfect is if it was thrown in a place that could have held more people, so we could have shared with more of our friends.