Beth and I saw the Pirates of the Caribbean movie today, Sunday afternoon. Yes we were able get a ticket and squeeze in with the other people in the theater, all 10 of them. That's right, Pirates of the Caribbean, the current one, Sunday afternoon, 10 people. No kids.

It was wonderful.

After no luck in Brandon, we headed over the Ybor and caught the showing in one of the Premier theaters. The Premier theaters are 21 and older. The price was a bit higher, $10 a ticket, but each person gets a free bag of popcorn, oh and there's also a bar in the lobby. Surprisingly, drinks weren't that expensive, probably about as much as a box of milk duds in the main lobby. That with the fact that there were no little brats running around was definitely worth it.

Beth loved it, but she kinda referred to it in a rather peculiar way. I had to correct her. I can't have my wife running around saying she prefers the "Adult Theater".

I don't floss. Probably not news that will ruin your day, but my dentist seems to be upset about it. "See Mike, this cavity is a direct result of not flossing". To make his point, he jammed that sharp thing into my tooth and it stuck. "See! It sticks. That means cavity." Yeah I know, I dread the possibility of the sharp thing sticking every time I get my teeth cleaned.

So today I went back to get the filling. I've been dreading it for the past month. It's not the novocaine. The needle really doesn't bother me. Is the possibility of...I'll tell you later.

So he does the novocaine thing and goes away to let it sink in. They usually wait 15 minutes or so. So he comes back in, a little quickly in my opinion, maybe 5 minutes of sinking in. Whatever, he's the man with the degree.

So he starts drilling. No problem. The smell of burnt tooth particles doesn't bother me either. And then, there it is. The jolt of pain which tears through my jaw, down my spine, makes a quick stop at the rectum, then continues down through the legs.

"Ouch, fucker!" I very loudly thought.

He looks up at his assistant. He might have noticed my discomfort from me pulling the armrest completely off the chair. "Get the <medicaljargon>". I have no idea what he was about to stick in me but he did give me a warning:

"This may make your heart beat increase a bit, but that's normal" he assured me.

Cool, maybe he's giving me methamphetamine. I sure has hell won't feel anything and I was looking for a new hobby.

Whatever it was it worked great, although I couldn't complete a coherent sentence for the rest of the day.