I went to the second annual 3QD ball last night, and ended up spending the better part of 12 hours on it in total. First, me being in Morningside Heights and the ball being in Queens, I decided to leave at 6 pm even though the event was only slated to start at 9. On the way I took a detour to K-Mart to buy a white T-shirt, since a) we were supposed to have at least one white piece of clothing, and b) I have a shortage of shirts.
Now, when I say “slated to start at 9,” the emphasis is on “slated.” I ended up getting to the place at 8:25. When I went in, the only people already inside were the caterers and the bartender, who assured me that most people would come early, too.
To make a long story short, the median time of arrival was probably around 10-10:30. The band started playing around 10:45; meanwhile I made conversation with plenty of interesting people, most of whom unfortunately don’t blog so that I can plug them.
Then I was one of the last 5 people to leave (we left around 5:30), which meant I got to say goodbye to pretty much everyone. In these 12 hours, I learned several important lessons, overall.
1. Apparently, not being able to tell anyone’s age to more than within a decade is considered a good quality.
2. A lot of the people I talked to seem to know more about the Grigory Perelman affair than I do.
3. Several of the participants were so geeky they made me temporarily stop feeling guilty about being into Starcraft and Might & Magic.
4. The world is based on cause and effect. Cause: you say Americans are obsessed with crime on the way home. Effect: along the 100-foot walk from where the cab drops you off to your apartment, someone will rob your cellphone.
5. Two days ago, the public safety guy at the international orientation said the 26th precinct was the 5th safest in Manhattan. I don’t want to know how the 5th least safe is.