Sunday, August 26, 2007

Weekend Update

Well, jaw is still a bit achy. The ache seems to travel - Friday it was in the right lower jaw, Saturday in the left lower jaw and today it seems to be where the top wisdom teeth were that ache the most. The swelling in my mouth has gone down enough that I can now reach the wounds with my tongue... I can feel the stitches in the bottom, but the top just feel like holes - I don't feel any stitches there. It's weird, and I'm really trying not to always tongue the holes in my gums, because that just seems like a great way to cause an infection. But, of course, it also seems impossible to keep myself from doing!

I'm still afraid to try anything more solid that scrambled eggs, because it does hurt to open my mouth wide enough and I'm sure it would hurt to chew. Which resulted in my paying $7.50 for a bowl of mashed potatoes at dinner last night (stupid Cactus Club, what a rip off). They charged me $7.50 for a bowl of mashed potatoes, but only $6 for a double Margarita. Go figure.

After dinner last night, I went to see Five Alarm Funk at the Commodore. According to their website:
Five Alarm Funk is a Vancouver-based, 12-piece rhythm machine that delivers a delirium-inducing live show fuelled by original funk and afro-beat grooves.
I have to say that they were pretty awesome. I'd never seen them before and knew absolutely nothing about them going into it (and neither did the people I was with), so it wasn't until a few songs in that we even found out that the band that was playing at first wasn't Five Alarm Funk. They were an opening band, whose name I never caught, and they were quite good. And then FAF came on and they were even more awesome! The show went on and on, some of the band members even came out in to the crowd and stuff... the crowd was full of all the Vancouver hippies that Dave couldn't find when he came here to visit, which explains why some guy who could barely speak English, but seemed to keep speaking to me in Spanish as if I was supposed to know what he was saying, at the bar I ended up in at the end of the night, kept saying to me "You're hair smell like weed. Marijuana. You have? Marijuana? I like smoke marijuana." Ya, 'cuz after the show I met up with my friend Rachel and she and I both wanted to go dancing, whereas the people we'd both been out with weren't up for dancing. So Rachel and I had a drink at the Granville Room with Lianna before she headed home to check on her dog, who'd just been neutered, then headed to Ceili's. Oddly, there was no line, no cover and no ID'ing at the GR or C's, which I don't think I've ever seen in Vancouver before. The music was good and Rachel and I had a great time dancing, which we haven't had a chance to do in far too long! In addition to the guy who kept telling me that I smelled like weed (and I think, but am not sure because his English was pretty choppy, asked me to be his girlfriend), I was also amused by the guy that hit on me that I think I may have insulted by saying "Are you old enough to be in here?" and the charming Brit, who was saying all the charming things that Brits say (and, to be quite honest, I didn't care if he actually meant a word of it, it was just nice to hear).

Long story short, I stayed up much too late and was totally exhausted today, so I figured that I could justifying doing pretty much nothing all day as "recovery from surgery." And now I'm going to go to sleep because I have a tonne of work to get done for September and isn't September like really, really soon?

1 comment:

Jorge said...

It would be cool if we could make bodily pain travel to places that aren't in the body.

Like that idiot on the subway that doens't shower.