Poindexter

The other night I went to a new Hibachi place with my friend Laura. For those of you who have never been to Hibachi, the tables seat 6-8 and when you have a party of 4 or fewer, you are seated with other restaurant guests. Laura and I were seated with a couple who were in town from California on business. The wife was of a very "Las Vegas" aesthetic. Fake tan, fake boobs, face lifted a little too far. Now there's nothing wrong with that. It's not to my taste, but I am always happy for you if you're happy with yourself. She was not so happy for me though.

Over the course of the meal, she told me no less that 5 times (probably more, I stopped counting to be honest) that my glasses were too "Poindexter", too nerdy, too unattractive and I needed to get contacts. She said "you are a pretty girl, but you need to do something about those glasses". I told her I liked my glasses. My husband likes my glasses, my friends like my glasses. This is who I am. A girl who is bespectacled. I am comfortable and happy with that. But she just didnt understand. (To be fair I'm sure some of that had to do with the straight citrus vodka she was downing by the glassful). It quickly went from being mildly amusing, to being really irritating. And by the end of the meal, I just wanted to get away from her before I said something rude about her style choices to get back at her.

All of that to say, I love my glasses. I feel good in them. My friends compliment them. And I'm happy this way. And with that I leave you with these pictures of my friend Marla Jo and I celebrating my birthday* last night. Her glasses just came yesterday and she could not be more adorable in them!







*Yep! I'm wearing my birthday dress (much different than my birthday suit)! I get a new dress to wear out on my birthday every year and this year my birthday fell right in the middle of 30x30. It's not cheating, it's just tradition!