Of bachelorette parties and root canals
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angelchickenToday I went to pick up my prescription toothpaste and on my way to the pharmacy I passed the prophylactic display. On a whim, I decided to pick up a box of condoms (ribbed for her pleasure!) and a tube of Astroglide (Gynecologist recommended. Really! My gyno told me it was better than KY- less sticky).
My logic is that maybe if I *think* I'm having sex than I will *actually* have sex.
Cautiously optimistic or hopelessly deluded: only time will tell.
I went to a bachelorette party on Saturday night and I looked hot, which is something I rarely say about myself, but dude, I was smokin'. I had just gone to the Gap and wore a black tie-neck sleeveless sweater and some very cute mauve-ish/pinkish pants with very sexy black strappy stilettos. And an ankle bracelet. And I had good hair. And I had a fabulous new bag.
All in all, I was feeling fly. And one of my best friends was a little (and by a little I mean *very*) drunk and told me, at length, about how sexy I was. And I was flirted with a lot. Which is *always* nice.
And I had a wonderful time. Which I think was directly related to my feeling like a stone cold fox, something that I rarely feel. Whee!
On Sunday I pretty much finished putting the bulk of the apartment together, set up my wardrobe, and arranged furniture. I also went to a faboo pizza joint in DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Underpass, for those who are curious. I had to ask, like, three times before it stuck). As far as I know, DUMBO is like the SoHo of Brooklyn. I forgot the name of the place, but it starts with a 'G' and ends with an 'I' and isn't Gotti. or Giovanni. I don't remember. I was with my very good friends whom I rarely see, so it was nice. I also had fabulous homemade ice cream at a place just down the road. MMMMMMMMm.
Monday was the dentist.
For those of you who don't know, I kind of have a crush on my dentist. He works out and stuff (at one point I was tempted to bite his ass, but I manfully restrained myself. But would it really have been my fault, as the counter he was working at was right next to my head which was, continently, at ass level? I think not) and he spends a ton of time working on making my bite right after I get a filling. That, to me, is huge. If the bite is just a wee bit off it totally throws your whole mouth out of whack and it HURTS.
So yeah. Love my dentist, have no problem seeing him. Want to have his tiny dental babies.
I went in because I thought I chipped a tooth, like, a month ago, and Monday was the first appointment I could get that worked with both of our schedules (there was some rescheduling going on for a while. Mostly move related). He looked at the tooth, told me it was calcite (which, with my gemological studies, made me immediately think that my tooth had grown a gem, but sadly, no. It's calcified plaque or something. Fabulous. But at least it's not a chip).
Then I happened to mention that I had another seriously sore tooth and so he decided to take a gander, and his first words upon seeing the area after removing the filling:
"You poor kid"
Apparently there was mass inflaming and pain and root canal stat was the only way to go. But - BUT! - he took an X-ray, and there was only one root canal that needed, er, canalling, so he could do it himself instead of sending me to Really Good Oral Surgeon Who Is Very Well Respected And A Damn FinePie Doctor But Costs A Fucking Fortune he was able to do it himself!!! Yay! Well, he did half of it. He'll do the rest next Monday. I'm all a-twitter.
And I realized something: I don't mind the noise of the drill when I am actually at the dentist. But if I hear the same noise anywhere else it's like fingernails on a chalkboard. Weird.
Finally, is it wrong to have fantasies about a coworker? Specifically the 24 year old Puerto Rican Bronx boy who sits two desks down from me and I think wants me? He's a cutie and I would truly like to compromise him even though he is younger than my sister. Also, a budding alcoholic. And possibly moving to Florida.
He bought me a cookie today! Because I told him to! And we IM each other all day. And I don't want anything, like, meaningful. Just casual sex. Or even just making out. Is that bad?
Huh. For being busy, my life is staggeringly dull.
My logic is that maybe if I *think* I'm having sex than I will *actually* have sex.
Cautiously optimistic or hopelessly deluded: only time will tell.
I went to a bachelorette party on Saturday night and I looked hot, which is something I rarely say about myself, but dude, I was smokin'. I had just gone to the Gap and wore a black tie-neck sleeveless sweater and some very cute mauve-ish/pinkish pants with very sexy black strappy stilettos. And an ankle bracelet. And I had good hair. And I had a fabulous new bag.
All in all, I was feeling fly. And one of my best friends was a little (and by a little I mean *very*) drunk and told me, at length, about how sexy I was. And I was flirted with a lot. Which is *always* nice.
And I had a wonderful time. Which I think was directly related to my feeling like a stone cold fox, something that I rarely feel. Whee!
On Sunday I pretty much finished putting the bulk of the apartment together, set up my wardrobe, and arranged furniture. I also went to a faboo pizza joint in DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Underpass, for those who are curious. I had to ask, like, three times before it stuck). As far as I know, DUMBO is like the SoHo of Brooklyn. I forgot the name of the place, but it starts with a 'G' and ends with an 'I' and isn't Gotti. or Giovanni. I don't remember. I was with my very good friends whom I rarely see, so it was nice. I also had fabulous homemade ice cream at a place just down the road. MMMMMMMMm.
Monday was the dentist.
For those of you who don't know, I kind of have a crush on my dentist. He works out and stuff (at one point I was tempted to bite his ass, but I manfully restrained myself. But would it really have been my fault, as the counter he was working at was right next to my head which was, continently, at ass level? I think not) and he spends a ton of time working on making my bite right after I get a filling. That, to me, is huge. If the bite is just a wee bit off it totally throws your whole mouth out of whack and it HURTS.
So yeah. Love my dentist, have no problem seeing him. Want to have his tiny dental babies.
I went in because I thought I chipped a tooth, like, a month ago, and Monday was the first appointment I could get that worked with both of our schedules (there was some rescheduling going on for a while. Mostly move related). He looked at the tooth, told me it was calcite (which, with my gemological studies, made me immediately think that my tooth had grown a gem, but sadly, no. It's calcified plaque or something. Fabulous. But at least it's not a chip).
Then I happened to mention that I had another seriously sore tooth and so he decided to take a gander, and his first words upon seeing the area after removing the filling:
"You poor kid"
Apparently there was mass inflaming and pain and root canal stat was the only way to go. But - BUT! - he took an X-ray, and there was only one root canal that needed, er, canalling, so he could do it himself instead of sending me to Really Good Oral Surgeon Who Is Very Well Respected And A Damn Fine
And I realized something: I don't mind the noise of the drill when I am actually at the dentist. But if I hear the same noise anywhere else it's like fingernails on a chalkboard. Weird.
Finally, is it wrong to have fantasies about a coworker? Specifically the 24 year old Puerto Rican Bronx boy who sits two desks down from me and I think wants me? He's a cutie and I would truly like to compromise him even though he is younger than my sister. Also, a budding alcoholic. And possibly moving to Florida.
He bought me a cookie today! Because I told him to! And we IM each other all day. And I don't want anything, like, meaningful. Just casual sex. Or even just making out. Is that bad?
Huh. For being busy, my life is staggeringly dull.
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Date: 2004-09-15 06:28 pm (UTC)Would that be Grimaldi's on Old Fulton Street? Best. Pizza. In. New York.
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Date: 2004-09-15 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-16 09:07 am (UTC)As for the Bronx boy? Dude. Go for it. Casual sex/making out isn't bad at all. And check it out - you're even prepared!
Go now. Go.