Osso -- stupid computer! Thanks for taking the time to summarize what you lost, I really appreciate it.
I think I did an okay job of caring for all the guests -- with the exception of my failure to take my friend aside and ask her to change the subject. Maybe one of my problems is that because I worked for years in the restaurant biz, I was overly concerned with keeping their glasses full and ashtrays clean and the shrimp stocked rather than keeping track of what was actually going on? That damned servant in me will never leave!
I also managed to steer some of the wimpy insiders (it was kind of steamy outdoors, that night) to the outer fringe, which was a little more lively and offered more opportunity to ignore Ms X.
Maybe the fact that this one was pre-planned for more than a day had something to do with it. Pre-planning, I've found, sometimes leads to a lot of high expectations. And those who were joining us for the first time were the ones I was really worried about, but next time I'll be sure to get them here spur-of-the-moment so there's no risk of formality. Everyone else is used to helping themselves and feeling at home, and so I think that I also threw people off by trying to make it to nicey-nice. We're not like that, around here.
And even though I stooped earlier to whining about how it was "my birthday" and "my homewarming" (bad me) honestly it was about everyone who was here. As with most social gatherings, there are also the little "asides" -- like it was my mom-in-law's last chance to chill out and forget about my dad-in-law's upcoming cancer surgery -- and my dad and my aunt haven't really spoken in 30 years, except for the occasional Christmas, and so it was special that they were getting to know (and like) each other again. So, despite the fact that I've sounded like a selfish brat about this, and still admit that I was queen in my own mind that night, it was special in other ways for other guests, as well.
And as far as sexual imagery goes, a little of that never hurts anything, it's just a matter of going (way) too far. Subtilty is key, IMHO.
Well, I'm feeling a little less primordal (thank god). The glass is half-full -- life is good -- really!
Thanks again, Osso!