I got my problematic wisdom tooth extracted this morning, and the doctor was absolutely fantastic. He got the tooth out in practically five minutes flat. Since I’m quite sentimental, I got the tooth and decided to keep it. I’ll probably keep it in some glass jar for posterity.
The tooth’s far more terrifying in real life. I figured it was seriously screwed up, considering the pain it was shooting out, but I never expected it to be that bad. The tooth is ugly. Horribly ugly. Me likey… 
With my mouth still sore and my brain chewing on painkillers, I still made it to the French National Day party at Sofitel Philippine Plaza this evening. I’ve worked on freelance translation projects (Mandarin to English; I don’t know any French) for the French Embassy so I got an invite.
It was my first time to attend such an upscale gathering and I was half-expecting to run into Maurice Arcache or some other socialite. It was a good thing my sister joined me; otherwise I would have nosebled to death. The wait staff was offering a variety of teeny-tiny foodstuffs whose names I probably can’t pronounce, let alone spell. I skipped the wine because I wasn’t so sure I was allowed to drink so soon after the extraction.
Truth be told, me and my sister really couldn’t eat much. I feel like such an ingrate, but I don’t think I’m really cut out for French food. I should have stuck to the bread.
Highlight of the night: got to take a picture with Alfredo Lim! Okay, so maybe I’m being a little too celebrity-obsessed, but I just had to get a picture. I made up some story about getting my friends to vote for him, but he was so nice it was practically unnecessary. I also saw my professor and erstwhile crush, Prof. Malay, who was walking around with his French WIFE. End of dream.
We left right after the fireworks. Didn’t feel much like dancing, particularly with a nagging, gaping wound upon the spot my aching tooth once stood on. The French weren’t quite as snobbish as I expected, probably just as snobbish as the Chinese.
Rather eventful day, but I can’t think straight anymore. I think I need some rest. And oh, I’m not using mascara ever again. It’s hell to remove.
