this statement is 174% false. I'll explain why.
As some may know, I unfortunately have perpetual dental issues (originally caused by a brief, year-long stretch of alcoholism in
college). A few weeks ago, after a very severe attack of an evil panini, the fake front tooth that I have come to know and trust the past two years, popped forward. yes, we are talking buck tooth material. This ended with me in a unfamiliar dental chair...the one thing in this world that ca
uses me anxiety.
I pleaded with the dentist to fix it before my best friends, brother, and I headed to the fest in the desert that most know as Coachella. I left with the original crown fixed and stuck back into place. It would have to do.
2 days later we headed to the desert and settled into our outrageous desert house we shared with 15 other delightful people. We soon got back in the car to head to the first day of the festival, after about 3 beers
and 5 in the car, we all stumbled in, naturally to the pizza line. The very first bite...crack. Front tooth goes forward again. Well shit... this could get ugly. And I mean literally ugly. And by this..I mean I. I pouted for a minute, finished my beer and then stepped back in the game. We enjoyed the day, the music, and I stopped eating pizza, or anything.
Day 2 came around and due to the fantastic support of those around me, I headed to the fest with a better outlook. I made it one day, I can make 2 more. All day was great, running from tent to tent. Literally holding up and dragging my drunken friend for 4 hours straight, and not even being bothered. We all met in the Safari tent to experience the one and only David Guetta.
The music took control and all of us went wild. We were unstoppable and out of control (there are a few other elements to this story, which I will leave out, call me if you must know). Then, POP. I stopped suddenly and lifted the tooth off
my tongue and attempted to get the attention of my friends. When they all turned around, I held up the tooth and smiled wide...they all made gasping motions (the music was far to awesome to hear the actual gasp). I did the only thing that was reasonable at the time, I handed my friend the camera to take a picture of the gapped grin, then I grabbed my newly sobered friend (the one I had previously been dragging around) and ran out of the tent.
"What should we do?" she looked at me sadly. "Do you think there's a thhhhhisssst aid" I asked...it's surprisingly tough to pronounce F's sans front tooth. She again looked at me sadly and started DYING laughing. I just put the damn tooth in my purse and ran back in the tent to continue to dance. GROUP SHURG.
I continued to have the best weekend of my life - sans front tooth - and was surprisingly confident without it. By the end of the 3rd day, I was seen dancing with the mouth wide open shouting every word.
The funny thing is...well, yes, thats funny... but, before I could get into the dentist prior to Coachella, my roommate told me..."Dont worry, soon enough, David G
uetta will fix everything." Little did I know, David Guetta was going to literally knock that shit out...but I had the last laugh. I now carry denture adhesive.