Two years ago, I covered a ginormous dinner party named Señor Froggy Ocho. It was the eighth annual party held in honor of a dead frog named Señor, and the only rule is that once you attend, you're always invited. Tonight is Señor Froggy X, and this house's backyard is packed with eight tables that seat 62 hungry people and one shell-shocked landlord. "When [the hostess] asked if she could have a dinner party, I didn't even know why she bothered to ask permission..." he says, trailing off.

The food comes out in courses: beet salad, wedge salad, gazpacho, clam chowder, steak, salmon, shrimp cakes, grilled asparagus, berry crisp, and chocolate espresso cupcakes. Between every course, everyone switches tables. There's a contest, pitting table against table, to create the best Señor Froggy toast. One of the toasts takes the form of the delivery of the 10 Froggy Commandments, but the winner is a song sung to the tune of "The 12 Days of Christmas"—lyrics include eight pissed-off landlords, five two-day hangovers, and a dead froggy in the backyard.

Everyone brings a bottle of wine to create ambiance, and the Schooner Exact Brewery donated a keg of its delicious 3 Grid IPA. Things don't get as crazy as the first Froggies were—a lot of the diners have married (some of whom met at previous Froggies) and there are five more babies than there were last year, but it's still a raging success. "Some people paint, some people write music, and I throw really big dinner parties," says the hostess. She's my new hero. recommended

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