The Birthday Boy

I went with some friends to see The Shins in concert. I'll let you decide whether or not that piece of information is significant. But in either case, after the show my friend suggested we go to the bar next door for his friend's 21st birthday. Who doesn't love birthdays? So we went to the bar and fun commenced. 

Who wants to play a game?

That may not have been the exact question posed , but it was something to that effect. The game of Can you guess Natasha's race? began. I shot down the first guess of Colombian. (But I am flattered to be among such company as Shakira.) Then the wide-eyed birthday boy points at me, like a young and drunk Uncle Sam. "I'm from L.A. You're Hispanic!" 

Wrong again...