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Ah. Good times.
It sounds like a fun idea in theory. If I invited all of my friends to the same shin-dig, it would definitely not be the like a party scene from Can’t Hardly Wait. My friends would be factioned off into groups, huddled into their respective corners, only making eye contact with familiar faces.
There would be the “Work Friends from Company A” group and the “Work Friends from Company B” group, and never the two shall meet. There would be the “High School Friends,” the “Friends from College A,” and in her own tiny square would be the one friend I still have from “College B.” Then there would be “Grad School Friends.”
There would be the invaluable “Mommy Friends” I met after Quinn was born, "Grad School Friends," and my “Bloggy Friends.”
All of the sudden this party seems really awkward and complicated and not fun at all, which is why I’ve never actually had a birthday party as an adult. The room would be divided into a grid, each group confining itself to its assigned square, occasionally sending out a scout for beer.