The wife of my guitar playing friend had a party for her friends years ago, and he was bored so he put on Tom Waits latest album with Keef on it and it was hillarious; they all looked stunned and like people sucking on lemons.
I think my secret was not going to any parties in those days, so no illusions shattered. My idea of a party was a wireless set and being surrounded by electronic junk on my bedroom floor, and disrupting classes at school. I think kids no how to entertain themselves better. Then you grow up and discover the world is populated by great fat boring Badly Packed Kebabs. We loose the ability to speak out minds and become zombees. Whatever happened to the F word?
Oh look it's snowing. Well it was Halloween, then burn down parliament night and now it's Arnold Chicken Shortsing kill Jesus time- no that's Eatser, and wer're still in right bleeding novemeber. So, apaert from the guitar, what load have you asked santa to drop down the stack?