All American girl

Everywhere we go, we're a tourist attraction. You would think that some people had never seen a white person before. Coming from a country that was subjected to the British, running around sticking their flag in whatever land they could find, I highly doubt that my girlfriends and I are the first Americans they've ever laid eyes on. We're constantly stopped by people on the street, in temples, or while shopping asking if they can take a picture with us. When they see us, mouths drop and Hindi is spoken in rapid fire while one person digs for their camera. When a group of guys ask, it's boardline creepy but when teenage girls ask to take our photo, we're all flattered. They ask, "which country?" and we say "America" and they say "Oh America! Obama!" I'm surrounded by liberals. bloody rubbish. Oh well. They really do love Americans here. Which brings me to my point, what makes us look American? Lisa is French-Irish. Sarah is Jewish. Katie is Irish. I'm...a mut. I know that somewhere down the line mom's side of the family came from Ireland and Welch. Wehmeyer is clearly German. Aside from the deadly combo of Irish-German giving me great drinking genes (I know mom is loving this commentary) I don't look necessarily like either side. I don't have an exotic look about me like Sarah. Nor am I able to pull off being European like Katie and Lisa. Lisa got asked if she were Russian once, which I could see. The others really all can pull off the European vibe, but not me. Lisa says it's cause I'm the "Abercrombie model" of the bunch and look inherently...American. So I guess when an Indian can't place me elsewhere I must be a yank. Not that I mind! I just never really thought of myself in this light. In a land of immigrants, what is "American?" Next they'll start asking if I'm from California...that'll really tick me off! ;) Work is good. Life is better. Happy happy happy! But seriously, if I don't get to go out dancing soon I'm going to start singing and doing random choreography in the office! I've had to stop listening to music for fear I may burst into song. BTW, the keyboard I'm on right now is missing it's "return" key, preventing me from separating my random thoughts by paragraphs. So you all get a rant! yay! Okay, enough diet pepsi for me. Off to get a pedicure with Lisa and Iram!! It's going to cost me a whoping $4 USD. love India. Namaste----Bollywood.