No comments at all on yesterday's travelogue? Too long? Too juvenile? Well, I'm glad I posted it here before it was lost forever. It was just anguishing in Hotmail for the last five years.
I went out for a mojito with the resident crowd and learned two very interesting things. First, there is a surgeon in these parts who likes to perform weird surgeries on ladies' delicate parts. He explains his professional zeal thusly: "You know, as gynecologists we're really perineal beauticians." PERINEAL BEAUTUCIANS. I cannot recover from the revoltingness of that phrase.
I don't want to date myself here, but the most surprising thing about all of the residents I've met is how young they are. Residents perform surgeries and set bones and deliver babies and everything, and they are younger than me. One of the gynecologists was talking about treating a patient who had previously been nasty to her at a clothing store (patient worked at the store, and make a rude comment about "a more flattering style for someone your size".) It caused me to reflect on random acts of condescension and rudeness, and once again I have to say that they're a bad idea. You never know who's going to end up with their hand up your hoo-ha.
I think that should be the title of my memoirs.