"TOOTHACHE!!!!!"
(That is both the headline, and the story.)
So, as this post is mainly just an exercise in distracting myself from the ache in my jaw, you can expect it to be disjointed, incomprehensible, and only mildly entertaining.
Go on.
Expect it.
. . .
Good.
(Now anything better than that will just be a pleasant surprise.)
=)
As for the toothache. . . it hurts. Woke me up at 2 a.m., kept me tossing and turning. As a matter of fact, the only thing I can imagine that would be WORSE than this tooth pain would be actually going to the dentist to have it seen to.
I am not even a little bit ashamed to say that I am TERRIFIED of dentists.
I break out in a cold sweat if I even start thinking about them.
Aaaaand. . . yep. There it is. Feeling clammy.
Ew.
. . . At this point, I would like to state for the record that I am NOT quite such an enormous whiny baby about everything in my life.
I have broken many bones in my life.
Did not whine.
I broke my wrist a few years ago and had to have it "set".
Did not whine.
A couple of years back, I even tried for several hours to push a baby out of a certain extremity (to no avail), and eventually had to have said baby forcibly removed. Did not whine. (Nurses even commented on it. I felt proud of how much of a baby I wasn't. Then I cried because my midsection had never looked quite so lumpily-hideous before.)
What I'm saying here is that I would much rather make an appointment to have a broken bone set, get stitches, or have pins surgically inserted in my wrist than have to go see a dentist.
I am aware that, if you do NOT have a dentist phobia, this probably sounds RATHER foolish.
But you do not HAVE a dentist phobia, and so I imagine that life is pretty easy for you up there in your ivory tower where the sky is blue, life is sweet, and your jaw doesn't ache.
. . . This conversation is over.
. . . . . . . .
Anyway. . . I was taking my mind off of my troubles. . .
Oh yeah.
We went to see some music on Monday night.
=D
But first, we went (as we often do) to eat Indian food.
Our favorite place, Silver Coin, was closed that day. So we went to . . . ANOTHER establishment. (Our experience was not ideal. So I have decided not to name names. They know who they are.)
We sat down at our table at 6:07.
At 6:50, Michael looked at his watch AGAIN, and we both kind of griped to each other about how long it was taking our food to get there. . .
And that's about the time Michael realized that he had left the tickets to the concert in the truck. At home.
=(
Also. . . I do NOT think what they gave me was Chicken Tikka.
It came on a fajita pan, and there was no sauce.
And when we ASKED about it, our waitress assured us that it WAS Chicken Tikka.
. . . but I have decided that she made a mistake, and then lied about it because maybe she could tell that I am not Indian, and assumed that I would not know the difference.
Well, joke's on HER.
Because I am ALMOST SURE that that was NOT Chicken Tikka, and I will probably never say anything else about it, but I was VERY DISSATISFIED.
=(
And then we drove home for the tickets.
(Also, I grabbed a few Rolos. Indian food is awesome, but it plays havoc with your breath.)
Then we drove back to Iron City to see Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.
It was a good show.
=D
Very energetic, nice lights, nice stage. Also very nice was the fact that Michael had just informed me a few hours earlier that their keyboard player is actually the girl who played Dwight's milk maid girlfriend in the last season of The Office.
I couldn't stop staring.
It was TOTALLY HER.
. . . she's just so LOVELY!!
Anyway.
We had a great time, and even got to hang out with some friends that we hadn't seen in far too long. Nice. =)
The only thing I really noticed after that was that OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN STANDING AND DANCE-WIGGLING ON A CONCRETE FLOOR FOR THREE HOURS STRAIGHT AND SWEET DEITIES I MUST BE OLD BECAUSE EVERYTHING HURTS ALL THESE KIDS LOOK SO FREAKING YOUNG ARE THEY EVEN ALLOWED TO BE OUT THIS LATE GOOD LORD WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BACK AND WHY IS EVERYTHING SUDDENLY HURTING I HAD NO IDEA CONCRETE FLOORING WOULD POSE SUCH AN ISSUE!!
(More or less.)
Then I decided to squat down and try to stretch/pop my back. . . and ended up stretch/popping the strap to my dress.
So.
Even though it doesn't SOUND like it. . . it was actually a really good night. =)
And then I had my epiphany: OOH!! Maybe. . . maybe old people don't stop going out and having fun because they're FUDDY DUDDIES. . . MAYBE FUN JUST HURTS TOO MUCH.
Thank God the evening was over before I could have any more disturbing revelations. . .
I can only take so much at a time.
By virtue of my mom keeping my boy, we were able to sleep late the next day. It was nice. =)
Then we hung around in our underwear, just me and the Mister, and ate summer sausage (NOT a metaphor) and cheese and wheat crackers, and finally got to watch Star Trek: Into Darkness.
It was good times.
Even the non-scifi loving portion of my relationship (aka "Michael") seemed to enjoy it. (As I had assured him he would.)
One portion of the film in particular struck a chord with me.
There's a scene where Spock and Uhura are arguing. (I couldn't find it on youtube, but feel free to look.) Uhura thinks that because Spock "chooses not to feel" things, it means that he doesn't care about her. Then he explains to her that when his planet was destroyed, he felt EVERYTHING. And it was too much. And his choice not to feel is not because he cares too little. . . but because he CARES TOO MUCH.
Wow,
Just wow.
. . . of all the people in history, real and fictional, I'm just a little amazed that it is SPOCK that perfectly understands why I cannot (will not) watch Bambi, Dumbo, touching videos about mommies and daddies coming back from war, and that damned Sarah McLaughlin commercial about the hungry/sad doggies and kitties that have boogers in their eyes and no one to love them.
SPOCK 4EVER.
