Not that is was the highlight of my weekend, but I had a total stranger stick a Q-tip up my nose and say, “I even got this little boogie out for you.” Then, I am assuming out of her sheer generous nature, she held it up for me to see. Unofrtunately I had thrown my head back and turned away out of embarrassment.
But truth be told, the most embarrassing part for me might have been the night before. The night when I lost my nose ring.
Sometimes when I drink, I start getting over-emotional. I am not even talking aobut heavy drinking. This is after two or three cocktails over the course of two or three hours. I start thinking about things like, what is it that I really want? How did I end up here? Is this still making me happy? Did I make the right decisions? This kind of htinking usually reduces me to hysterical tears. Embarrassing hysterical tears.
This isn’t generally terrible because I usually go out for drinks with friends, or we are in the confines of our home. Except, this time, I was out with two people I know very well (Sheesha and Porter), one vaguely close friend, and three strangers. But I guess really – none of this is important, except that the strangers were what made the hysteria embarrassing.
The important part is that during the tear-fest, I blew out my nose ring. And that my friends, is how you get a stranger picking boogers out of your nose with a Q-tip.
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