Ricki Heicklen

With thanks to Scott Alexander for the inspiration, Jeffrey Ladish, Philip Parker, Avital Morris, and Drake Thomas for masterful cohosting, and Richard Ngo for his investigative journalism. Last summer, I threw an Every Bay Area House Party themed party. I don’t live in the Bay, but I was there for a construction-work-slash-webforum-moderation-and-UI-design-slash-grantmaking gig, so I took the opportunity to impose myself on the ever generous Jeffrey Ladish and host a party in his home. Fortunately, the inside of his house is already optimized to look like a parody of a Bay Area house party house, so not much extra decorating was needed, but when has that ever stopped me? Attendees could look through the window for an outside view Richard Ngo recently covered the event, with only very minor embellishments. I’ve heard rumors that some people are doubting whether the party described truly happened, so I’d like to set the record straight. Thus, this is part linkpost, part exegesis, and part shameless promotion of my events for potential future venue-lenders. The party had 60 attendees, at least according to the Manifold Market on the topic. Upon arrival, partygoers put on tags with their name, professional title, and LessWrong karma. Attendees were also instructed to put on a wristband that successfully communicated their flirting policies. I took the wristband for people who glomarize about their flirting preferences; Richard took the wristband for those who flirt with all and only those who don’t flirt with themselves. Richard writes: > You scan around the living room, trying to figure out who to talk to first. The host is sitting on the sofa, with two boxes attached to the front of her shirt. One is filled with money, the other empty. A guy next to her is surreptitiously one-boxing, but she presciently slaps his hand away without even looking. This is defamation. The second box wasn’t (necessarily) empty, and Richard certainly never got the opportunity to