Party like it's 1999

I'm going to a party. I'm not really a "go to a party" kinda guy usually, but it's New Year's Eve, and a good friend of mine called to invite me. It's at a nice house in the burbs' of Memphis, with a live band, and about a 150 people. A small "get together" he called it. I coulda stayed home and done some things I really needed to do all week, but didn't cause I was on "Be-cation", as my little girl used to call it. but I thought it would be good to get out for a change. I've already figured out my contingency plan in case I run into an old flame with her new sparkler. I'll pick out a pretty gal to engage in conversation in the event that I need to avoid the stigma of being there "stag", I'll keep just enough food on my snack plate to look interested, but not so much that I look like I saved up my appetite for a week. I've already taken my company lapel pin off my suit jacket that I don't look like a geek, and of course I'll get there about an hour after the 9pm start time, so I look like I came from another party. I'll start by chatting with the few people I'll know, then I'm thinking I may bust out and work the room a little. I'm craving chocolate, so I'll score a couple of pieces of something chocolatey, to insure my blood sugar doesn't dip, and I don't go nuts and starting throwing food and adult beverages at the hosts and guests like some overwrought orangutan throws his poop at the people that come to see him at the zoo. I'll talk about my music, and about my CD project, and then feign interest when others talk about sports and finance, but will perk up when they mention a gal at the office that they'd love to fix me up with. But deep inside, it doesn't matter what we talk about, or whether the food or the band are any good, I just don't feel like being home alone on New Years' Rockin' Eve this year.