Well, despite my horrific pain yesterday once the Novocain wore off, I decided to forgo taking pain meds so that I could drink some alcohol and go out to the bars. Now that's what I call dedication. Ryan Sullivan is our tech support dude down here and his brief relocation to help us get up and running is over. So last night was his farewell party and I didn't want to miss it. And as I mentioned I want to be more socialable to make this relocation work.
Vodka isn't as effective as Percocet, but it did help a little bit. It was weird to roll over to the local karoake bar and actually see some faces I know in there for a change. As predicted I did my crowd pleaser Creep to rave reviews. And I even got Joolie liquored up enough to duet with me on Cruisin', her favorite song. She was a little nervous, but I thought we sounded great.
After some singing, the party moved down to the Soulbar for 90's night which apparently is beat as hell. I didn't even recognize the songs being blasted and I was an adult in the 90's. No one was dancing when we arrived, so that should have been a sign to turn and run. I made another beer before the pain, mixed with liquid diet and alcohol was making me too woozy to go on. As much as I love bumping and grinding with the ladies, I like not fainting in a bar and hoping someone will carry me home.
The good news is that I woke up this morning around 6 AM ready to die and popped some pills. Re-woke up at 10:30 and I feel really good. Most of the swelling is down and no more bleeding. I think the worst is behind me and I'm officially wisdom tooth free. I made it until the latter part of my 33rd year for those bitches to come out. That's commitment.
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