There was the promise of a keg. We arrived, unknown to the host, but our bottle of scotch bought us welcome. He took the bottle and disappeared into the crowd.
We found no keg but ample beer in the kitchen. We settled on the couch. It wasn’t until then that we noticed the complete lack of female guests.
At first we thought it must be a gay party. Not a problem as long as the good beer held out, but then a loud argument broke out about Fortran vs. Pascal.
They weren’t gay, they were geeks. We fit right in.