Apart from the few nay-sayers (complaining that the evening was a bit flat because there was no music (there actually was, but it was so noisy that you couldn't tell)), everybody seems to have had a pleasant time. In other words, I didn't botch it. Yay me.
Sunday was lunch at McDonalds (because I was feeling a little seedy due to a wicked combination of white wine, champagne and vodka-and-lemon) followed by role-playing. That wasn't the interesting part.
The interesting part was turning on the TV just before brushing my teeth to see a live CNN broadcast claiming that Saddam Hussein was captured, alive and uninjured.
I'm dubious, you have to understand, but I feel somehow... vindicated? That's the wrong word. More relieved. Relieved that a man who affected so many, including in a round about fashion myself and my family, may very well be in a position to not hurt anyone anymore.
And the realisation that one man had so much power and influence over so many people - that really, it was him that drove my family out of our home and to another country. Sure, it wasn't that dramatic at the time, but that seems to be the core of it. My mild-mannered brother was so incensed by this that he taped a picture of Saddam Hussein under the toilet seat so that he could have something to aim at. And we were only minorly influenced by him. I can't even imagine the horrors faced by those closer to his direct sphere of influence.
Sure, it might be a body double (I know enough that it is really difficult to do a comprehensive DNA analysis of someone under the best conditions, let alone in 14 hours in the desert, almost certainly not in a molecular biology laboratory), and sure, someone just as bad if not worse may take his place in the power vacuum created, but... Saddam Hussein.
I don't know how I feel, all I know is that one of my childhood fears has been aleviated.