VIP Smiles!

The Dentist

 I was somewhat terrified for my dentist appointment that I had purchased on Groupon, even prompting my subconscious to create a weird dream (please refer to last entry for this). By some miracle, it ended up being a most lovely experience, very VIP, if you will. The dentist came right out to meet me, a smile stretching across her face. I felt like I was at a spa or a luxury getaway, not like I have ever been to either of these places, but the dentist is treating me like I am someone special. I am understanding why it is called VIP Smiles. She points me towards the "entertainment book". "Pick out anything you'd like," she tells me. The entertainment book has an extensive list of television stations, shows, movies, specials, radio stations and albums. I can hardly decide between a burger or a salad. I somehow picked "Jerry Seinfeld Live on Broadway". Figured I could get my teeth cleaned while getting tips for my comedy routine (which does not exist as of now). I had a slight internal struggle after the vhs (yes, vhs) had been turned on. I should have chosen music! The clapping is loud yet not soothing! These type of thoughts danced through my head in a slight panic. The hygienist asked me if the room temperature was to my liking. Pictures of '80s celebrities that I had never heard of but who also enjoyed the VIP treatment graced the walls. The hygienist started calling out numbers while examining my teeth, lots of ones and threes a few twos. She later explained she was checking for danger zones, four being bad news bears, one being excellent. I thought that one would have to have excellent diction to be a dental hygienist. I have trouble with my "th's" versus "f's" at times and therefore would fail. At the end of the cleaning, the hygienist asked me if I'd like Vaseline for my lips and then gave me a swab of Vaseline on a q-tip. Really?! Well, no cavities and now a plaque-less mouth. On my way out the dentist asked me if I felt like a new woman. I could not deny that I in fact did. It certainly was an experience. 


In other news, in a moment of weakness, I dropped off my laundry this morning. I am all about laundering my own clothes but at times I just don't have it in me. My roommate picked hers up yesterday and found that she had all new socks. I wonder what clothes will be in my sack when I check in a few minutes. My friend commented that she used to drop hers off but that it skeeved her out to think about someone touching her lingerie. I figure, at least some dude is looking at it! Oh. Boy. Jokes and jokes.