One thing that I do a lot, and don't know if other people generally do, is try to anticipate what other people might say the next time I talk to them, and think of clever responses to it. It's really too bad that I can almost never successfully anticipate what people are going to say—I mean, except when I'm using my well-documented psychic powers—because otherwise I would seem extremely witty. Often this also results in me not saying something that I might have otherwise said on the fly if I hadn't planned it in advance. This is one of those things.
So, in preparing to schedule my little holiday party, I asked a group of friends to tell me which of the potential days (December 23, 24, 25, or 26) would work best for them. Before doing this, I didn't realize that, should conflicts arise, picking a particular date over another would essentially be choosing a person over another, since I had already said that all four days worked equally well for me. Luckily, it hasn't yet become an issue. The first "clever response" that I had thought of in case there was a conflict and we had to finalize a date was to say that I had assigned everyone point values based on how much they would contribute to the event, and I would simply optimize the date to maximize the utils produced over the course of the evening. I then realized that this (1) was only mildly humorous, (2) would make me seem like a huge jackass to anyone who didn't find it funny, and (3) wasn't really as clever as I initially hoped. With that potential line of conversation blackballed, I no longer know how I would respond to such a question.
But just now, I realized that I basically do exactly that internally; it's just not something that one would normally admit to. I mean, I can think of several times where I've thought things like, "well, if we did that, Luke and Wobbles couldn't make it, but Clay could, so I guess that's the best day." (Of course, those are completely fictitious names, but you can extrapolate that story to actual people that I know.) I'm not quite anal to the point of assigning actual point values to my friends, but I guess I really do have some kind of implied hierarchy set up in my labyrinthal [warning: may not be actual word] mind. I wonder if that helps to qualify me as a bastard.