(Yes, I’m aware that some of you have seen this 5 times in the last five minutes. Take that as a sign of our high esteem of you and don’t bitch. 😛 )

Noah quite pithily says:

Since Krissy (now my wife) and I are moving out of state next summer, and selling our house sooner yet (this time for sure!), we’re having a final DHP before the house goes away. Since we’re leaving the state (no, not permanently) for Christmas, we’re calling everybody together on December 15th.

In the spirit of nostalgia, and *not* because I’m too lazy to put together a full invitation, you can see the usual details on the previous invitation — “http://www.angelbob.com/houseparty.html”. This party, though, is for December 15th. Yes, the one in 2007.

We’ll have food and beverage, naturally. There will be paraffin and 151 for firebreathing. We’ll see if we can’t get our hands on a pinata. Hot tub. Drunkenness, nudity, fire, and all the usual (I’m trusting you guys here — don’t make me a liar). And hey, there’s no excuse to put off attending this time, ’cause after this, no more Disaster House!

Invite your friends. Invite your enemies, at least if they’re more interesting than your friends 🙂 What you don’t drink, we have to move! So ask me to mix you a drink at your peril…

Why December 15th? What, you mean *other* than the release of “The Sound of Music”? Or Netscape 1.0? Well then, let’s say “the birth of Nero,” or if you liked Nero, “the death of Walt Disney”. Togas remain optional. Togas plus mouse-ears, while optional, will have you looking more stylish than… Um… if you wore laurels on your brow with that little silly red-pants-and-suspenders thing with white buttons a la Mickey?