You know, the ones who have been planning their weddings since they were five years old. Honestly, ever since I found out what a wedding is (and I quote the 8-year old me at my sister's wedding: "Ew! You have to kiss in front of everybody?!* I'm never getting married!"), I've been trying to figure out how best to not have one.
But then I found out that the Science Museum has banquet facilities**, thanks to janeowit. What better reason for a party is there?!*** I would finally have an excuse to inflict pocket periodic tables upon everybody! It would be fabulous.
[*] I'm still not doing it.
[**] Of course you are bound to use their caterer, which happens to be the same one that sells hot dogs out of a cart at the Zoo.
[***] Except possibly to be rich enough to afford a party at the Guthrie, which would happening approximately never and periodic tables would just seem out of place.