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It is Saturday night, I am working, the neighbors have amazing music, I feel like asking them to turn it up... In my misspent youth, I soon found out that where party music sounds good, you can get a bottle of wine, dress nicely, smile, say "John invited us", and you're in. But there were times when it didn't quite go according to plan... Such as the time when I (Caucasian) and some Asian friends tried to gatecrash a party that sounded just amazing, great music, awesome music system, we got so excited...  We got our alcoholic offerings and knocked on the door. A smiling black man answered the door, with smiling black people from 4 generations behind him in the living room, all bearing a remarkable similarity in looks, dressed in their Sunday best, and well, you've probably guessed it, a family celebration! Red-faced, we quickly made our excuses. We had the wrong address we said. We went back to our homes and just watched TV on our own... Years later, obviously