And the tooth thing — it’s no secret, though I guess I didn’t mention it in my blog post. Yes, oh yes…I did it while *dancing*. Cue the music of ultimate irony, please. Dancing on a smooth stone/marble-type floor in slick-soled dress shoes (damn those cruise lines and their insistence that you dress up in the evenings) with a fabulous gay man. On the first night of the trip, no less. Sure, I can go for years as a competitive dancer and never do anything like that, but just set me loose on vacation and look what happens.