It's the holiday party season. Instead of having everyone stand around wearing ironically garish Christmas sweaters, drinking box wine (top note of cardboard, strong finish of Advil) and pretending to know what a butter board is all about (You mean it's dip? Butter is dip? Since when?), why not try something new?
The Decadent Aristocrat Party: elegant balls where sophisticates glide around a ballroom wearing masks that make everyone look like owls, unmasking at midnight at candlelight while the string quintet plays "Grandma Doth Be Runneth Over by a Reindeer." The Countessa batted her fan at the Viscount of Lower Motley? Why, it's an absolute scandal!
The College Throwback Party: sitting around an apartment with six other guys, a case of Special Ex and Foghat on the stereo, then somehow ending up at White Castle and consuming grease pillows and potato nails in the hopes it sops up the beer. In the morning everyone has timpani thumping in their temples because they "partied." No, you drank.
The Farmer Party: No one can do much small talk. For example:
Myron: "Got the crops in, I expect."
Olaf nods.
Myron: "Made your contracts for the fertilizer, to lock in the price for next year, I suppose."
Olaf (nods slightly): "Got a good price."