Party was fun enough, and the music was far more eclectic than obliterating (a playlist including Transsexual From Transylvania, something or other from Rammstein, Strange Brew, and an instrumental track that sounded like it was straight out of Binding of Isaac? Sure, why not), and the people seemed decent enough, although there were quite a few after a while and the living room turned fairly chaotic. I managed to get drunk enough for that.
However, something ended up not quite agreeing with me... I'm not sure if it was the three or so vodka picklebacks I downed before leaving the house, the absolutely repulsive beer I ended up buying a sixpack of, the first-ever puffs of weed from a communal joint, or possibly just the fact that I'm woefully out of practice with getting hammered...
Whatever the case, I ended up excusing myself to get some air, nearly fell asleep on the porch, puked off the side of the porch onto the lawn, and made an expeditious retreat from the party and my last 3/4 of a can (pint cans, I'm not a complete featherweight) of beer.
At least I didn't try any of the cupcakes. Apparently there were a few "special" ones mixed in with the others, and nobody knew which was which. I did try a piece of the moonshine-soaked watermelon brain, though.