Went to my first art crowd bash in many moons.

80 people in an 1800' open space. It was a mid-city residential-block car garage with a 14' roof.

Host bought it years ago, made it all clean and nice inside.

I asked about the lack of stuff in there. Why was one 60' wall lined with used commercial refrigerators?

Why was there a shelf, neatly crammed with 20 gal bin boxes, running on a shelf, 9' off the floor.

It's his mancave, I was told. What the hell does he do with all this space?

It's mainly his home brewery (1800 sq.'!!)
Oh, and when he has time (he's a British merch. marine) he makes wooden kayaks. OK, then.

Typically artsy crowd. Age range from 24-73. Fashion-era range, ditto, though not with any correlation between the age of the wearers. Same for hair.

Live music from Nashville session guitarist, Peter Parcek's band. (He's very Les Paul.)

Open bar. Joints on the dessert table. That's a party, kiddies! Hostess recalled that 30 years ago, that party would have devolved into an orgy.

Where does the time go?

Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.