doodledee

Last winter I got decked in broomball and my glasses got all bent up. I was pissed mainly because it was a cheap shot but I suppose also a little bit because it was a girl who hit me. The best part was when I started trash talking her about it, she said, "Well that's what you get for wearing such elegant glasses!"

Elegant? That was a first. But anyways.

At the time, my company had just introduced some fancy new vision benefit, so I declared right then and there that it was time for some new not-bent glasses and a pair of contacts to wear when I play sports and/or need to look extra hot (because guys with glasses aren't hot, 'natch.) That was like mid-January 2003.

Fast forward to today - basically 12 months later - and I'm proud to say I finally got my shit together enough to go buy some new eyewear. As promised, this included both glasses and contacts. Wee!

Other than the fact that they're not bent, my new glasses look pretty much the same as my old ones. They also have the same prescription as my old ones, which came as a surprise to me because I've been having some trouble seeing lately. Turns out my old ones are just so scratched and dirty I only think my eyes have gotten worse. Huh.

I had to go in and take a class on how to put the contacts in. It sucked. I remember hearing horror stories from my friends in junior high about how they had to get up 2 hours early so they'd have enough time to get them in before the bus came, so I probably went in with the wrong attitude, but I can't see it being fun for anyone. When it was over it looked like I'd gotten beat up. By a girl. At least the dude who helped me was patient.

Broomball starts Wednesday. Here's hoping I get decked right away.