where the brujo & I would be, if we were home tonight: the zombie party
Friday 31 October 2008 | 9 cookies in the jar
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Shawn of the Dead meets Santa Fe Reporter….BRILLIANT!
Thanks for posting my first zombie movie. I mean my last zombie movie. And the award for most awkward zombie goes to…. Wish y’all had made it to our zombie halloween party. Santa Fe sure does love dressing up.
OMG we LOVE your zombie movie. We’ve watched it like eight times. Nero! Mike in scrubs, trying not to laugh! Your hot red dress! Matt Ortiz hahahaha!
And what the hell is Zane DRINKING, this mysterious cloudy liquid—is it, like, absinthe, or Emergen-C?! I had no idea he was so well, um, armed.
I wish we could have been there. We wouldn’t even have had to dress up—after yesterday, el B. is pretty much a zombie anyway….
Zane’s mystery drink has jumped out at everyone. I still don’t know. Sorry to hear of all the dental woes. Must be going around! That dress began as a horrible size 10 TJ Maxx cocktail fright. Thank god for friends who can sew!
Well, so you know how there’s that age when it suddenly seems like all your friends are getting married…or all getting divorced…or all having babies…or all buying washing machines? I think now we’re at that age where everyone’s having dental work. At the Brujo’s follow-up, apparently an official “Treatment Plan” will be unveiled, which should keep him occupied for a few weekends. :o( As for what Zane’s drinking…I’m going with Alka-Seltzer. Great for those zombie hangovers!
Oh, the boy just got his treatment plan. I think my dentist sized me up immediately and realized a treatment plan would freak me out, so I’m on a need to know basis, meaning I find out at each visit what comes next, which is probably wise. He’s also the one who when I told him I’d had a dream about all my teeth falling out, said: “That’s interesting! I wonder that means.”
Since when did dentists start this whole “treatment plan” thing? After nearly 20 years of a few molars in shambles, broken old root canals from my childhood, etc., I’ve just been assuming that no dentist in the world would want to go spelunking in my horrifying mouth. Au contraire! How thrilled Jeffrey Ward, DDS has been to see me coming, face in hand.
I find it amusing that a post about a zombie movie has turned into a discussion of dental problems. Of course there are scary movies about the misuses of dentistry (Marathon Man, Little Shop of Horrors), but none featuring zombies—well, not as far as I know, anyway.
I don’t have a treatment plan! I feel left out. (Knocks furtively on wood, formica, any handy surface.) My pregnant mom must’ve given me every gram of her bodily calcium, because she had full dentures at 40 and I have, through absolutely no virtue of my own, the teeth of an orthodontist dairyman’s child. (More anxious, luck-securing knocks.)
But just to be on the safe side, I bought yogurt and toothbrushes today at the store. Molars crossed!
PS—at least as far as Jung was concerned, dreams about teeth falling out express general fears about losing control (though I think he also ties it into money, which is especially ironic if you consider how far back modern dentistry can set your savings account). Either way, I have that nightmare every couple of years and it never fails to scare the shizzle outta me.