As an expatriot I was very happy last night. You see I attended my first American Embassy (Halloween) party. This is perhaps embarassing, but I had assumed that all Embassy parties would resemble the Cold-War-Germany Embassy Christmas party scene from Spy Game. As in Generals, politicians and spies holding cocktails mingling with foreign service staff and their guests. In reality it is much more like a frat party. Though I would have preferred the former, there is nothing quite like dancing with a bunch of Marines to Britney Spears to remind you of home.