So, the party was a blast! I managed not to make the Frijoles con Queso so hot that it couldn't be eaten (I have a tendancy to be a little heavy handed with the jalepanos), and woke up the next day with not even a hint of a headache, thanks to only indulging in the wine very mildly, and drinking more water than anything else. The same, however, cannot be said for the Galumph, who got into the swing of things a little bit too much for a teetotaller, and suffered the consequences the next day, silly old bear.
I'll be honest - it won't go down in history as the craziest party that's ever been had, but it was lovely to catch up with old, treasured friends, and then feel comfortable kicking them all out before the stroke of midnight so I could catch some shut eye (cooking all day made me rather tired!). One thing I did learn, though, was never to under estimate the amount of turkish bread that will be consumed. I did, and as a result will spend the next four weeks eating all the left over home made dips. Just as well they're tasty!