I barely have a prescription in my glasses at all. What in the hell was up with these?
I will have you know that even though I quit hanging out with my little buddy Spaz, up front, and good old MaryAnn on the right, some time after Ricky Nugget and I got married – I am still friends with Tammy (on the left) who was my best friend in high school and still one of my best friends to date.
I think this was my birthday, back in 1988 and we’d gone bowling. After drinking really big drinks at Red Lobster. Where all the good looking people with really cool eyeglasses hung out. Tammy had baked me a birthday cake and decorated it after just one cake decorating class.
I know I have a picture of Tammy and the cake somewhere around here. I’ll post it when I find it. I have boxes and boxes and boxes of old photos to go through.
Last time I saw MaryAnn, she’d moved from the city to the country where she was going to have 12 children, all named after Hank Williams Sr. somehow. But had just one. Not named Hank or Williams or Senior. She used to accuse me of thinking that every guy was after me. Of course she wasn’t around when the guy at the bachelor party I crashed asked me to marry him (see the last entry about Steve). But Ricky Nugget got to hear the guy at Steve’s wedding when the guy confessed to Ricky Nugget that he’d asked me to marry him. He may have thrown in a “man, was I loaded!” but I refused to pay attention long enough to make mental note of that. What is that guy’s name? I should know the names of every guy who was ever after me. In case I run into MaryAnn so I can give her a list.
History: fashion glasses. In the mid 1960’s, when I still wore cat’s-eye glasses for reading, the large lenses were getting popular, and I bought a pair of sunglasses like that. (So expensive — I went to Bloomingdale’s and paid $15!)
Actually, they were wonderful, blocking the sun more than any other pair I had ever worn. The guys in the office said I was going “hippie,” but I was there for comic relief.