The thing I hate about parties is that you are forced to listen to the incessant chattering of one stranger after the next, while smiling politely and pretending to actually give a damn what they are talking about.
Indeed, you find them so fascinating that you take no less than three bathroom breaks every 20 minutes, just to escape the excitement, and rather than returning for more fun, you move to the next cluster of folks hoping (usually in vain) that it will prove more interesting.
In the rare case that you manage to find an ol’standby with a proven track record for keeping you awake and entertained, this person, a beacon of light though they may be, has often been silenced themselves by the aforementioned lamentations and are also looking for any excuse for a potty break.