How you know last night's party was the right kind of party: going off on a tangent about V.S. Ramachandran's phantom limb syndrome findings/cure and Wilder Penfield's cortical homunculus (in the backyard with booze and firespinning going on) gets you a "hey, we should totally hang out sometime" from a cute person the next day, as opposed to people slowly backing away.
(I've tried, man. I apparently can't have conversations at parties without this stuff creeping in. I once had a person wait patiently for about ten minutes for me to notice her standing there with the cloven fruit to offer me because I was talking about destruction of conventional narrative.)