The cute, sophisticated girls were sporting headbands and dark-framed specs galore. The dudes were friendly and attractive, in that subdued Casey Moore's kind of way. Many people were in a chatty mood as we made the rounds, and we found ourselves hanging with some of our photo'd folks. But hours of boozing will eventually catch up with you, and we did hear an unforgettable drunken confession: "You look like my mom, so I can't do you . . . but you're hot." Shouldn't that kind of comment wait until the weekend?