Foursquare mayorships

For those of you who don’t know what Foursquare is, it’s a social networking site that lets you “check in” into places to let your friends know where you are. The site also has a game-like aspect to it: you get points for checking in, you can unlock badges (= achievements) and, if you are the one with most check ins in the past 2 months, become “mayor” of a place.

It’s that last part I want to brag about: a quick look at my profile (might not work if you’re not logged in) will show that I’m clearly not anywhere near curing my bubble tea addiction: more than half of my regular places are bubble tea spots. There are a few others that I frequent, but some very evil people (= more crazy than me) are their mayors. Will change that.

‘Tis the season to be jolly!

This has been a pretty packed holiday – usually I get to spend these days indoors catching up with videogames I want to play – but this year was different. Lots of people, parties, going out, things to do.

The Christmas lunch was at Nico’s with all the gang. As usual, we got stuffed like this was gonna be our last meal on Earth, but the food was top-notch.  Afterward we went to see Sherlock Holmes – which is fun btw.

Yesterday I traveled to Brooklyn to Roxy and Slava’s place for another get-together. There was Russian traditional food, lots of booze and happy music. Pictures from the joyous event can be found here.

Looks like this is it for 2009, so I’ll see you all happy people next year. Cheerios.

I have bad teeth. Not bad as in crooked, missing or discolored, but bad as in very-prone-to cavities. Of course, the fact that I spent most of my childhood gulping down ungodly amounts of candy may have something to do with it, but I’d still like to blame genetics for it (both my parents have pretty crappy teeth too).

I’ve been seeing dentists for as long as I remember: in primary/junior high I used to go with a friend to the clinic where his mom was working and get things fixed medieval-style – back then anesthetics were almost unheard of for dental work and the machinery was… designed in soviet Russia.

During high-school I went to see the daughter of one of my mom’s coworkers – student at the Stomatological Institute (not sure if this is the term the western world uses; a google search got me results from Russia, Ukraine and China) – and she did practice work on me. Luckily, she was (and still is) good at it. But since my candy-eating habits have not changed, I still had to go back to see her regularly.

I won’t go into the details of the dental work I’ve been subjected to, but for the sake of the story I’ll let you know that I have two molars with metallic crowns (since they were completely destroyed during childhood). Well, last week, one of those crowns decided to leave its resting place and run into the world with a stray piece of gum that I was chewing at the moment.

My company provides dental insurance so after a few inquiries I found a dental office in the area and set up an appointment. Went in, got x-ray scans of all my teeth – which I guess is standard procedure over here with new patients – and then the doc gave me the good news: the tooth is irreversibly damaged, must be taken out; it’s neighbors are pretty bad too (so she suggested a bridge as a replacement); I have a an infection and I need a root canal; I need work on a couple of cavities and the other crown. The estimated grand total: $10.000.

I’m gonna let that sink in for a second. Ten thousand dollars! That’s like four iMacs I was going to buy! Insurance covers only up to $1500 per year – luckily we’re at the end of 2009 so technically I could squeeze in some this year and some the next one – but it only covers certain procedures, not everything. In the end I decided on only the must-take-care-of issues, so it won’t be that much, but somehow I know that one day I’ll have to get the other things done as well.

Last Friday I got the root canal and had the destroyed tooth (the one whose crown fell out) extracted. That part wasn’t fun at all, not because it hurt (it didn’t – until the anesthetic wore off) but because the doctor struggled for 30 minutes to take it out, breaking it piece by piece. After that she asked for help from another doc and together they pulled at me for another 15 minutes or so, blood flowing everywhere. Fun times.

Today it wasn’t as exciting, but I’m either developing a resistance to the anesthetic or it wasn’t as effective as last time because I definetly felt everything was going on. Let’s see how it’s gonna be once it wears off completely…