Last time I had someone come over to my (well, technically my parents') place was back in December, about a week before Christmas Eve. I don't usually have new guests - in fact, he was the first guest I'd had in a few years. Either way, we spent our time writing music together and discussing random stuff.
In the rare case I do invite people over, I prefer to invite only one person at a time - sometimes possibly more, but no more than 3 at once. The fewer, the better. It provides an air of intimacy, which I enjoy. Of course I'm not so inconsiderate as to pry people's darkest secrets out of them first thing, but I like to think of it as a way of non-verbally giving them the possibility if they wish to oblige.
And after typing all of that, I start to wonder why I even go to parties when I'm clearly not a party person. Geez.
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“They laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at them because they're all the same.”
― Kurt Cobain