Maybe I'm alone on this one, but one of my favorite moments of having a party is the very end, when everyone's gone home and the dishwasher is humming along and all the platters and glasses are washed and stacked, ready to be put away.
Don't get me wrong: I like the actual party-part of parties. I like people, really, I do. It's just that I most deeply love the taking-stock bit that comes at the end of an evening of revelry.
And the quiet. Oh, how I love it.