Started the day off with the dentist--ugh!--but it wasn't too bad. Had my my semi-annual cleaning, but I was also told I need a filling in a front bottom tooth. There's no cavity, but according to the hygienist, the opening is a "food trap," which could lead to one. Frugal as ever (I'm saving for California, after all), I checked to see how much it would cost. $177. Ouch, but I guess I'll get it done before long.
Met The Sparklers, the group with which I'm tiring, at noon, then we lunched at Mystic Island Casino. This sounds so exotic, but is really just a neighborhood tavern. I was pleasantly surprised by the tab, though: only two bucks for the Yuengling*.
Otherwise, I mostly listened to interminable accounts of making pizza from scratch, the cute antics of Josephine's pet bird, and of course, always and forever, an extended discussion of what was on television last night. It was tedious.
Gawd, I'm getting to be a horrible snob!
Directly from there, I drove to the Manahawkin flea market to see about rental for a space. Couldn't find anyone, so I'll call.
Went over to the tax office to get info, plus an official stamp on the NJ property tax rebate form. We have the highest property taxes in the entire country and I never could figure out why--aside, naturally, from the chicanery of the politicians.
Got a call from Aline. We chatted and made a tentative date to go to Philly on the train on Tuesday. Spent time working on my F.O.C.U.S. ("How To Get Hired In Today's Job Market") workshop and other stuff on the computer.
*The ditty that immediately came to mind:
Mabel, Mabel, sweet and able,
Get your big ass off the table,
Doncha kno-o-o-w
The two bucks is for the beer?
This was the epitome of naughty and sophisticated risque-ness when I was a kid and I incorporated it into my part as the drunken actress in You Can't Take It With You last year.
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