an evening of surreal experiences. a non-native speaker of english informing me that my accent wasn't american, and therefore i couldn't possibly be american and that i was most definitely not a native speaker of english. this despite my use of the word "quandry" immediately prior to his statement. another proclaiming multiple times about how since he was from a country of 5 million people (give you three guesses which one that is and the first two don't count) and thus understood spin much better than anyone else. (huh?) a realization that not being drunk among a bunch of drunk people is a lot less fun that you might think. kind of like being in a salvador dali painting without your own elephant.