So I went to this birthday BBQ/party of Brendan's, and it was pretty fun. Ate a burger and a few hot dogs. The big rainstorm came and knocked the power out. We played a lot of eat poop you cat by candlelight, and then a couple of rounds of mafia. I guess the lesson to be learned is that already knowing a few cool people to talk to can easily override my background dislike of "parties" per se: it eliminates the panicky sense of needing to talk to people I don't know. If the pressure isn't there, it's no big deal, and I actually wind up talking to the unknowns more.
Walked home around 11:30ish. It was really nice and cool and humid out, and nicely creepy with the lights out in many places. Our power at home is still on, though, which is convenient.