Party is tomorrow

We drove up to Noe Valley this afternoon for this couple's house warming party. They used to live in the City during Dotcom Days, then moved back East so that the husband could attend business school. They are back (with their baby boy) as he got a new job with Google. We got to their neighborhood and found parking a block away. I thought, "Hmm, for a party that started at 1:00 o'clock and is supposed to go to 6:00 p.m., parking this close to the hosts' home is almost too good to be true..." As R rang the door bell (and there was no sound on the other side of the door), I felt a fleeting moment of panic, "oh no, the party is really next week. Silly us, we mis-read the invitation..." Our hostess opened the door, with a smiling but puzzled look on her face. I said, "How come it is so quiet?" "Uh, the party is tomorrow," she replied.