My mom said it would happen and I said it would happen, and while I thought we were both just being facetious at the time, it turns out that we had a little psychic moment. We both said that the day I left for Mexico or the day I came back, my passport would be in the mail - and it is. I got the email confirmation Saturday morning telling me that it had finally finished processing and that I could expect it in a week. Needless to say, I had mixed feelings about it. I was happy that they finally shipped it out to me, but I was not happy about the timing. Oh, well.
As it turned out, the US customs office at the border cities are as lenient as ever. There weren't even any checkpoints to get into Mexico, just a little walkway with a sign that said, "Mexico This Way" and a sign screaming "BIENVENIDOS" in big, obnoxious lettering. No checkpoints, no border patrol, no nothing. It was a relief. I was worried about getting in and the next thing I knew, I was on foreign soil. It was quite exhilarating.
At least until I got into the dentist's office.
I won't even go into detail with that ordeal, but I will say that I've never had so many shots of anesthetic before in my life. I'm just glad that it's over and done with. The worst is behind me. Maria was a pretty awesome dentist, all considered, so it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. I just have to go back in a few weeks for one root canal and a little cosmetic work (aesthetics and all). In the meantime, I have a boatload of antibiotics, anti-inflammatory/painkillers, and prescribed mouthwash to use...
While I was there, I picked up a big bottle of tequila. The trip was worth it, just for that. Getting to walk into a liquor store and buy my own poison. :) It was awesome. Gonna take it up to Sam's place this week and have a four-person party - just me, her, and our cameras. I'm not that big on drinking - it's not that I don't like alcohol, I just don't feel like drinking very often - but I make exceptions when I'm in really good company. I think in the past two years, I've gotten drunk... twice. Once at Sam's eighteenth birthday party and once the night before Mayhem Festival. No, wait, three times. I had a particularly bad bout of insomnia a few months ago and getting tanked was the only way to ensure that I fell asleep. I get a little hyper and impulsive when I'm drunk, but when I crash, I crash pretty hard, haha.
Despite the long day and night I've had, I'm particularly wired... And I'm hungry. Mom tried to make sure that I ate something after I was done at the dentist's office, but it was really difficult to chew anything. It still kind of is. Maria fixed my bite and I'm not really sure what to do with it yet, haha.
My mouth still feels funny. And I hurt from all the anesthetic injections... Hello, 800MG ibuprofen!
Listening to: Liama - Cirque du Soleil
