whoo hoo hoo I'm two for two

in the past two days, while the great wealth of American humanity were creating hangovers, nursing hangovers or dreaming about nursing (yeah, I don't know what that means either) I was hard at work (or whatever it is I do) conducting two interviews with folks turning 50 this very week: one with deservedly acclaimed fiction writer Antonya Nelson (Bound is her latest novel) and one with composer/producer Lee Curreri (perhaps best known as Bruno Martelli from Fame).
hence the title "whoo hoo hoo I'm two for two."

unfortunately the streak will not continue as I will spend tomorrow afternoon in the dental chair of death and, assuming I make it out alive (I'm afraid they may have to put up scaffolding for all the repair work they intend), I will either be exhausted from my ever-present, ever-continuing fear and anxiety or looking to create a hangover in celebration.
I mean, I seriously do not want to go.

if, however, I do not make it out of the dental chair of death alive, please know that, despite my seemingly never-ending protestations, I was actually quite fond of several (though not all) of you.