Funny thing, perspective.
I had a horrid fortnight leading up to it and a ghastly night during the main event. I was sober, constantly on crowd control duty, cleaning up virtually non-stop, kept busy washing glasses and cooking for hours on end, sweeping up broken glass, badgered by twits, knocked around by drunken monkeys...
It wasn't a lot of fun. By the time things chilled back enough to relax a bit and chill out in the spa, the sun was coming up and I was well buggered.
At the time I swore "never again". Ten days later and everyone has been telling me about how much they enjoyed my house and Daz and SODs pissup, and it seems to be that I am the only one who didn't have a seriously bangin' time. So I guess it wasn't as awful a night as I imagined, it's just that the rule I had been told before is true: If it is a truly successful party, the hosts will not enjoy themselves. Sad but true.
So I retract the "never again". Let's make it "Give me a few years to recover and maybe ask me again".
Til then, thanks guys. See you at Daz's.