(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.
. . .
(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.
. . . 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. . .
We went to see some music on Monday night.
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.
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!!