Celebrate good times, c'mon!

To celebrate my final day at work, and the cessation of my dental benefits, I finally had one of my wisdom teeth removed. It didn't bother me that much, but the dentist said it had to go, and he promised me good drugs. So out it went.

A "simple" extraction...except for the hook on the end of the molar, which made it a real bugger to prize out. I wasn't knocked out, and I could feel the pressure and hear the noise as he yanked at it. He let me keep it when he was done - I'm thinking about getting it drilled for a pendant. The color sort of matches the pearls I inherited from my grandmother, and I love the barbarism/sophistication juxtaposition. What do you think? Chic, or stupid?