– It turns out that the hole in my ear, though not visible, could be felt. After a lot of general probing in the area, some (moderately painful) poking around, and no blood spillage later, I’ve got my earring on again, with help. Apparently, women magically know this sort of thing, and men are disadvantaged so in the real world.
– It’s vaguely interesting (and entertaining) talking to people when they aren’t entirely sober. For instance, potentially useful information like who’s a lesbian and who isn’t can be gleaned without trying. What would one do with such info? I don’t quite know for sure, but the words “narrowing the field” come to mind.
– Seriously now, how is one supposed to honestly answer questions like – “What’d your parents think of you dating someone from a different culture?”? I mean, I have no problems with answering the question. It’s just, at that moment I am reading into what is actually being asked. What would you think is really going on when a woman from a different part of the world asks you how your parents would take it if you were dating a woman from a different part of the world? Then again, she could just be genuinely curious.
– And this is annoying, please stop. One more time someone tells me “Hey, that Indian chick is cute, you ought to …”, I am going to throw something at them. Listen to me carefully, I am only going to say this once. Just because someone is of Indian origin and of opposite sex doesn’t mean I have to like her. (Actually, I ought to have inserted something more strongly worded there, for effect. But you get the idea, back off.)