Fun with Dentists

I love having friends in Dental School. On Friday I was hanging out with Jack (Dental School, 2nd Year) and Ethan (3rd Year) at the weekly Shabbat dinner at the Chabad house. So background is, I have this weird gum thing going on where my gums are kind of swollen and pale but just in between two teeth. It bleeds when I eat apples. Not fun.

So anyway, I pull Jack over and tell him my problem and right there in the middle of the crowded social scene of beUgged Jewish Princesses and drunken frat boys, he grabs me by my lower lip and starts poking around in my mouth. My girlfriend, in town for a weekend of drunken debauchery with her favorite (and to my knowledge only) drunken debauchery partner, brought one of her friends over to introduce to say hi only to find me with some dude's hand down my throat. "Mehwo!" I managed to greet the newcomer. The ladies retired looking bewildered and extremely turned on.

I can't remember what Jack said but it really doesn't matter since he's in second year. Ethan with his extra year of seniority assessed it as a piece of food that got stuck beneath my gums. Bad news is I actually have to start flossing after all these years of believing that I don't have to. Good news is that I ate this awesome steak right before I got the gum thing and I think that might be what got stuck in there. If it turns out to be a piece of that steak I can't wait to finish it. It's the dinner that keeps on giving.

Quote of the night from Jack on the subject of why Kosher restaurants have no class and you can't take important gentiles to them (paraphrased and imbellished by myself): "You go to one of those places for a meeting and walk right into a bris ("circumcision"). You're cutting into a medium rare steak and they're slicing some poor kid's foreskin at the next table. Is this a synagogue or a restaurant?!"


I wouldn't have ol' chomper here. That's for sure!