If you need partying instructions from Betty Crocker, you’re just never going to get it. I pity the poor bastard who takes these tips to heart and frantically runs around pushing their party guests to “SIP! SIP, DAMN YOU!” while jabbing them with a pointy stick because they’ve spent too much time in the living room and they’re fucking up your vision of “flow” and ruining your walk-about Mad Hatter tea party. “CHANNNNNGE PLACESSSSS!!!” Also, I would not recommend jalapeno dip to “keep things moving” unless your house has at least a dozen bathrooms.