Seriously? Is this really how they partied in 1970? I wasn't quite born yet (though perhaps I was conceived following one?), so I wouldn't know for sure. But obviously this hostess didn't really consider the size of her apartment versus how many people she was planning on inviting. Then again, maybe most of these are jerkwad party-crashers.

I mean, there's not even enough places for people to sit. What kind of a party is it when you've got people sitting on the floor and practically on top of each other? Oh, wait... maybe it's that kind of party. You know, the kind where keys are involved? If they're all drinking whiskey on the rocks like that, this party could get very interesting, very fast. Of course, nobody's going to remember anything the next morning, but still...

I enjoy the balding guy showing off his masculinity by tossing a football around. Not actually playing catch, just tossing it up in the air as if to say to the woman next to him, "That's right. I'm a stud." But by the expression on her face, he's probably going home alone. You'll also notice the nerdy guy sitting on the couch, seemingly all by himself. There appears to be a space next to him, but people would rather sit on the back of the furniture or on the floor than net to him. Poor guy. Even the woman behind him can only barely stand to put her hand on his shoulder as if she's afraid what the woman in red will think of her.

I also love the fact that there's approximately a pound of cheese for each cracker, and the hostess is carving up an slab of ham that seems to have captured the interest of the cute brown-sweatered guy and the guy in the glasses. That's right, ham. No sides, just ham. That's your dinner. Can you just imagine the unholy mixture that whiskey and ham will make in your stomach? Hope that furniture is Scotch-guarded!