Cavity Free Since 1980 (and other anecdotes)

Earlier this fall I started hanging with the Chasids once a month for Friday evening Shabbat service. This Friday a Lubavicher family outside Boston opened their home for over 60 members of the young Jewish community. After the one hour religious service all of us sat down to a traditional family style dinner of soup, gefilte fish, chicken, and vodka (naturally). Dinner is free and nobody is ever turned away due to lack of space. I am honestly amazed that this particular rabbi and his wife, who aren't that much older than I am, manage to not only raise 4 small kids but also pull off dinner for 60 without breaking a sweat. It's truly a unique experience.

Easy Mac and her hot Republican hubby stayed with me on Saturday night. Easy Mac was my sorority pledge educator and therefore one of my first defacto role models at UMass. Sure she would threaten to make us memorize the location of every sorority chapter across the United States, but that didn't prevent us from dumping her into a shower while fully clothed. It was fun to catch up, rehash a week of Sharon-inspired dinners, discuss the different liquors involved in jungle juice, and watch her strut her stuff in a pair of sexy maternity jeans. I can hardly wait to head upstate for her 30th birthday (theme: barefoot and pregnant).

I went in for my bi-annual dentist appointment and am happy to report that I am cavity free, 28 years and running. However, I do have a small area of exposed nerve due to the fact that I brush too hard (I take dental hygiene a little too seriously). My hygienist, who just so happens to be my first cousin, decided to put some gel on the area to make it less sensitive. On a pain level of 1-10, the sensation of cold gel on an exposed nerve was about an eleven and a half. After the screaming subsided she decided that in order to make the gel dry faster that she would blast my exposed nerve wit the air gun, thus ratcheting my pain level up to a solid 13. She repeated this three times, all while laughing her ass off and muttering phrases like "payback". The whole thing was very amusing as far as she was concerned. Uh huh, laugh now, cuz. Just don't come whining to me if you need bone marrow someday.

The first snow fall of the year honestly brought a smile to my face. I got my first car with all wheel drive back in May and I've been dying to drive it through snowy terrain. Unfortunatley the 1" dusting wasn't enough to take it for a test drive but I remain hopeful. Trading in the Crossfire left a huge hole in my heart that can only be filled by riding around in an all wheel drive vehicle in the dead of winter.

Time to have a glass of yummy scotch courtesy of Mr. Easy Mac. Cheers, mate.