Monday August 13, 2012
Right after my show, if I hurry, I can have a cup of tea and maybe peanut butter toast, before I head down to GHQ to run sound and lights for 21A. Today, I was finishing my tea, and thought I'd treat myself to a few jelly beans. I had brought along a box of jelly beans from Trader Joe's, in St. Louis Park. I like all the flavors except licorice (yuck) and coconut (double yuck). Not sure what flavor I was savoring when my tooth fell off. It's a cap. On the back upper right.
Yes, I did say a bad word.
In fact, I may have said the bad word twice.
It was one of those Ghostbuster moments. You know, in that movie Ghostbusters, when Dan Ackroyd thinks of the Stay Puft marshmallow man, and it conjures up a 50 foot nightmare of a marshmallow? Well, a few days ago I actually had this thought, of what bad thing might befall me while I'm here, and the thought was a tooth falling off.
So...did I have a premonition? Or, (way worse) did my thought send icky energy into the universe so my tooth fell off?
The jury is out on that deal. We'll be strolling down to the NHS (National Health Service) tomorrow, to see if anyone can help me. Hopefully they can just glue the thing back on, but tonight at supper, another small part came off when I was nibbling on a blue cheese and sweet potato tart. We had dinner at a vegetarian restaurant called David Bann. (Very good food, but spendy, and don't go if you're in a hurry)
The Southside Pub has a fairly nice pint called 'Bitter and Twisted'. The Brass Monkey offers a Deucher's IPA, but their wi-fi didn't work, so we're back at The Auld Hoose for a Hobgoblin, and their wi-fi.
Interesting tidbit, if you're a smoker (and there's quite a few smokers in Edinburgh), buying a pack of cigarettes from a machine will cost you 8 pounds and 70 pence. Todays exchange rate would make that pack of cigarettes cost $13.68. Wow. Nearly 14 bucks to ruin your health and pollute the air.
I apologized to a street cleaner today. I was handing out postcards/leaflets in front of our venue, and realized that my actions contributes directly to the paper pollution of Edinburgh.
So, I said "I'm sorry", and thus mitigated my culpibility of all the litter on the streets.