Last night, several people went out to celebrate our friend Carly's birthday at The County Line. The Country Line had two live bands playing last night, so the entire place was packed with a variety of interesting folk (the type of folk who Jeffrey and I have begun to refer to (affectionately) as "Blog fodder").
One of our friends, Alexandra, had reserved two tables for our party, but several other restaurants go-ers had not had such foresight, and were sorely disappointed to find all the tables filled or reserved by 7 pm. One such unfortunate group decided to befriend us for the night, mostly so they could use our table to hold their purses, drinks, and packs of cigarettes. We were cool with that. Then they started to try and be our friends...that got a little hairy.
One woman inquired about our group, asking if we were college students. We responded that we were mostly dental students at that table. She responded, "Well, we're about to have a lot of beautiful dentists around here! Y'all are gorgeous!" (We liked that lady!)
Then another woman (who had had many beers) came over and took Blake's crutch and used it to play "crutch guitar" for a while as she danced to the live music. Interesting.
Finally, a man from their group came over and asked, "So y'all are the ones who are going to be dentists?" When we affirmed his question, he smiled really widely and said (and I quote), "Guess which ones are real."
True story--he wanted us to guess which one of his teeth were real and which ones were implants. The grown man stood there grinning at us until we guessed. Then he told us in great detail about all his recent dental procedures and actually popped out his removable teeth! At a restaurant! To people he had only known for a matter of minutes!
It was like one of those carnival "Guess my weight" games gone very, very wrong. Anyway, nothing says "Happy Birthday, Carly" like a removable partial, I guess.
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