The party fun, though the music could've been better and I really didn't know anyone; so I mostly followed Chris around and was introduced to people for a few minutes of small talk. Apparently the ceiling of the downstairs portion of the Alibi Room is red. Many of the people at the party had bowling names, but not bowling shirts. It was enough trouble to remember real names, so I ignored the bowling names even if they were more interesting.
The party broke up not too late and ideas about riding mechanical bulls were abandoned; so the whole evening did not turn out to be disastrous or hangover-inducing at all.