I can't run away. This party's for me. Argh. 55 people descending like cicadas in thirty minutes.
See you later. Maybe.
55 people--whew!--that's almost half a gross! (Though of course "gross" isn't appropriate to use when counting people.) Well, look on the bright side: at least you should get 55 presents, right? :) And you can always tell them that you know less than half of them half as well as you'd like, and you like less than half of them less than half as well as they deserve; and then while they're confused trying to figure out whether that works out to a compliment or not, you can put on your ring and disappear! :)
Good luck surviving your long-expected party! I'll be working on some drawings of Heroine while you're gone; hopefully have something done by the end of the day.