I lived with three theatre friends during the summer of 2001 in a great little house while we were all involved with Fiddler, Brigadoon, and Sound of Music. Over the course of the season, our place became the "party house." There were at least a friend or two hanging out with us most every night, and a few larger gatherings. Of course this meant we had to have a proper end-of-the-season bash, which involved basically the entire summer theatre company (about 40 people, I'd guess), various snacks and beverages (never thought I'd see our company's founder/producer doing shots in my kitchen), a good variety of party dance music selected by one of my roommates, and just all around great times.
The only downside to that entire summer was our one VERY cranky neighbor. She found it necessary to call the police and complain about our party that night. When the police officer arrived, she said that we weren't too loud at all and had absolutely nothing to worry about. Turns out this neighbor is well known throughout the town as a real crank, and when the complaint came from her the officer took her time even arriving, fairly certain there would be no noise problem. Basically, the neighbor complained only because there were a bunch of cars in front of our house. Oh well, no harm done and a great party!