Half the people are going to think it’s an orgy and everyone will be disappointed.

It’s a reference to the book Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy where:

a) the number 42 plays a significant role b) the towel is hailed as the most useful thing a galaxy hitchhiker could possibly posses.

So Don’t Panic and don’t forget your towel :)

I think the physical and psychological distress that tend to result from Vogon poetry would be problematic for the celebrational mood I’m hoping to achieve, but there will definitely be gorgeous sandwiches crafted by the loving hands of an artisan of intergalactic renown.

I’ve never seen a recipe for Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters that appealed to me, but I’m hoping to get that sorted as well.