Shortly after leaving the eggnog holiday party this past Saturday night—regrettably early, actually, in order to catch the final buses leaving from a snow-deluged NY Port Authority—it occurred to me that that situation was quite nice and was something I’d love to be positioned to do in a few years: hosting a party at a nice, accessible apartment, where I’ve prepared tasty foods and guests are bringing more food and snacks than we can eat; enabling good friends from different circles to mingle; having a casual and energetic gathering of interesting people.

Classy, Nancy called it.

Goal identified, I thought.