Yeah, long live conception day. So it turns out that, after hanging around people I didn’t want to talk to, meeting and chasing people I did, and being ignored or overly attended by everyone else, I finally finished Conception Day. Sober.
Which is aparently a big accomplishment in this section of the world. Bah, I never liked the taste or the effects of alcohol, so it was no big whoop for me.
In any case, about ten minutes before I left, I saw two guys trying to carry a cooler. On the count that one of the guys had a bum leg, I decided to offer my services. When we finished, they invited me to an afterparty where I spent the rest of the night attempting to avoid one of the only people I knew there: a man who seemingly had no concept of personal space.
In any case, it was grand. I hung out at a complete stranger’s house eating other people’s food and talking in my crazy American accent and they only made fun of me to themselves.
I’ve never felt more accepted in all my life.
