I feel virtuous. I've already written my word-count for the day on the friends book, and this morning I was big and grown up and went to the dentist. I take back what I said about her before. The woman rocks.
I went in expecting the worst. After the wisdom tooth hell I had last week, I was due to get the results back on my X-rays. I'd mentally prepared myself for never, ever, ever getting onto the housing ladder because of the cost of getting my wisdom teeth sorted (a mate of mine has just been told it'll take £4,000 to fix his) so was very pleasantly surprised to learn that, other than the minor infection which cleared up after taking the antibiotics, they were fine. All I needed was a tiny head of a pin-sized filling - total cost £11.25. AND I had it done without anaesthetic. When the dentist said 'it's tiny - we can do it without anaesthetic, my first thought was 'you must be insane, woman, no way is anyone drilling into my poor teeth with a pointy thing without drugging me up to the eyeballs.' But she was persuasive. And it didn't hurt. Much.
I feel very jammy indeed, given that I hadn't been to a dentist for ten years and all that I had to suffer for it was one incy wincy filling. But from now on, I'll be sticking to the six-monthly trips, just to be on the safe side.
In other news, it would appear that drink/party season is once again in force in the PR world. Yesterday, I went to a PR event designed to make me think that beer is a good thing. This wasn't the hardest sell in the world, given that my previous perception of beer was that it was, err, a good thing. That said, it's even better when it's free beer. And it's best of all when it's served with a seven course meal, cooked by a celebrity chef, with a different beer for every course.
To be honest, I always feel a little uncomfortable relaxing at non-sex-industry PR events. Other journalists there were from The Telegraph, Evening Standard and that kind of thing - not really quite the same as Scarlet. A day reviewing sex toys is a tad different from a day reviewing restaurants, after all, and it's weird how unprofessional it can sound talking about my job to 'grown ups', compared to discussing a piece you've just written on, say, the election. I feel like a naughty schoolgirl saying 'willy' in class. But it was really good fun once everyone got hammered - and I think I've managed to persuade the celeb chef to get his kit off for the mag.
Tonight, I'm off to a tequila PR event (hmm, maybe I should write tomorrow's words for the book, just to be on the safe side. Tequila is a scary thing) and over the next few weeks, I seem to have an event every other day involving free alcohol; from a beer cocktail tasting to a Portugese wine tasting to the opening of a new bar. I just hope that I can remember what it is that I'm supposed to be writing about after all that booze.
Posted by emilyd at May 05, 2005 04:34 PM