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I was telling the woman who cuts my hair about my low-key New Year's Eve observance: dinner, a glass of champagne, a fun nostalgic movie. (I do have a life, I hasten to assure you.) "That's cute," she said. Her own New Year's was evidently a bit rowdier. She's a newlywed twentysomething, and they had a party, and when they woke up one of the guests was asleep on the table, wrapped in the tablecloth. "There was food on the walls," she said, mentioning ambrosia salad in particular. It's been a while since I, myself, have been at a party where anyone threw food inside the house, I must admit. I struggled to cast my mind back, and remembered a get-together when I was about her age, where a guy playfullly slung a turkey at another guy as hard as he could. It didn't make as much mess as you'd think, since there was no gravy or anything on it, and I thought about the ambrosia and made a suggestion.

"You might want to try serving mostly dry foods next time," I said. "You know, so they'll bounce."

Then I went to have dinner and play music with a friend (I hack away at jazz piano, and maybe someday we'll have a little film of that), but he and his wife and I wound up just eating and talking the evening away. She brought out shortbread cookies for dessert, and they were amazing. There's this Simpsons episode where the Kwik-e-Mart sells a soda so high in caffeine and sugar that when Bart and Milhouse drink it, they immediately start hallucinating. That's how these shortbread cookies were, so buttery that at the height of its effect you shouldn't be driving or operating heavy machinery. When I left there was no food on the walls, and we hadn't thrown any farther than into our mouths, but it was still a pretty enjoyable evening. I guess that's my public service message for today: Kids, take it from me, you don't have to throw food to have a good time.