. . "2008-06-26T00:00:00"^^ . "2"^^ . "7"^^ . "5"^^ . "5"^^ . . "My dentist took me here.\n\nShauna! What kind of dentist do you have?\n\nWell, he's the significant other of a good friend's best friend, er, something like that. \n\nSo 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. \n\nI loved the oysters we had that night. Service was impeccable. \n\nAnd then my main course came. I ordered halibut.\n\nAnd 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.\n\nI 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. \n\nMy dentist was having a good time as were my other friends drinking expensive wine. \n\nAnd the server and wait staff suddenly disappeared.\n\nFinally, I managed to gag and get that fish bone down but I think I pierced my throat internally and was bleeding. \n\nYeah, the moral of the story is you can never be too careful.\n\nI just can't go to any Wolfgang Puck restaurants now without some sort of fishy fear. Burger, please!"^^ .