I Think the Buzz Must Have Worn Off

I had my braces adjusted yesterday afternoon. I had been lulled into a false sense of security that my teeth had pretty much moved as much as they were going to and we were now just spending time getting them used to the idea. But at my last adjustment, the ortho had loosened things up a bit to see where my teeth would go on their own, and yesterday he tightened them back up. The shock to my mouth made it hurt so much that it woke me up in the middle of the night last night.

Tonight I had my biweekly physical torture therapy appointment. The intern gave my legs a deep tissue massage that I can still feel.

I guess you could say I needed a drink. It's a good thing I already had another date scheduled with Irony Queen (woo hoo, a second date...but I still didn't put out...she's hot, but I'm not that much of a slut). We had yummy pomegranite martinis (notice the plural). And IQ spilled some waters (notice the plural). One all over the bar, one all over her. And I laughed and laughed because I am a psycho bitch like that. Also because I can't believe I had that kind of luck. Karma usually bitch slaps me with the spilling and the being laughed at. Yeah, next time she'll make sure to aim in my direction. Who could blame her? But damn it was hysterical. You know, with the plurality. Or whatever.

She totally knew I was going to blog that. Mostly because I told her.

Did I mention the drinking?

Actually, the sad fact is that I'm stone cold sober. My mouth had fully stopped hurting with the liquor, making it super easy for me to talk IQ's ear off. I shockingly (and generously) allowed her a few words in edgewise. But now? It hurts. So I'm on to the ibuprofen. Definitely not as fun.

Anyway, we sat there for many hours, with the drinking and the chatting and the having of the wonderful evening. I was having such a good time that I really didn't want to go home, but had to because suddenly it was after 11 and I have to sleep sometime. Oh, and I had to post before midnight to keep my streak going (holy shit, we're halfway there!!!). This is how much I love you guys. I stopped drinking and having a good time just to tell you about it.

But it is time for bed. And the 4th meal. And if I don't hit publish, I'm going to miss the fucking deadline.

15 minutes to spare, bitches.

Comments

[Daily Tragedies]

Dude, a WORD in edgewise? Try entire paragraphs! I'm hoarse from all the talking!

Of course you were going to blog that. I'm gonna blog it, too. That shit is comedic gold, you can't let it pass by without mention! (But not tonight. Tonight I must sleep.)

[alyndabear]

Those martinis sound good.... very, very good.

And ouch over the braces. Never had them, but had many a pal who DID, so I'm feeling you there.

I still can't believe how awesome it is you're running marathons. Just converting miles into kilometres to find out how far you've gone, and I am dead.

Splat.

[juliness]

a. Those martini's sound yummy! Plus, with the whole pomegranate thing, you get credit for a serving of fruit, right?

b. Isn't it odd how our whole lives are blog fodder now? I've taken to borrowing Elaine's sponge-worthy phrase for blogging. Blog-worthy. You gotta love how Seinfeld is STILL giving us joy.

c. Good job on the "down to the wire" post. Now that's commitment!

[Aimee]

I love the last line. You kill me! I was going to call you yesterday to say that the monkeys finally did the paperwork, but it was like 4:00 and I knew you were at work. :)

[shopper]

Make that 5! ;)