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Shauna! What kind of dentist do you have?
Well, he's the significant other of a good friend's best friend, er, something like that.
So one night in Vegas, all of us decided to go to dinner. This was during the time I was easily dazzled by such places as Spago. We arrived via limo and it was such a great start to the night.
I loved the oysters we had that night. Service was impeccable.
And then my main course came. I ordered halibut.
And got a fish bone stuck in my throat. Now, I'm a very careful fish eater. I've had my fair share of incidents in the past and though I love seafood, I rarely order bony fish. But I love halibut and don't consider it that bony. Unfortunately, the fish bested me that night.
I was wildly waving my arms in the air. Pointing at my throat. Gagging. All of that usual "help me, I'm choking!" business. But no one noticed.
My dentist was having a good time as were my other friends drinking expensive wine.
And the server and wait staff suddenly disappeared.
Finally, I managed to gag and get that fish bone down but I think I pierced my throat internally and was bleeding.
Yeah, the moral of the story is you can never be too careful.
I just can't go to any Wolfgang Puck restaurants now without some sort of fishy fear. Burger, please!
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