Neurotech - the weblog of Luke Reeves

So I finally caved after trying on and off to wear contact lenses for 8 years. I got glasses. They’re decent looking I guess, and fairly comfortable. I can’t take credit for choosing them though, all the props go to Matt. Hell, I didn’t even look in a mirror, I was like “Is this good?” So in the end, yes, it turned out good.

When purchasing them I got totally chewed out by the clerk. I paid and everything, and I’m like do I pick ‘em up tomorrow or what? She tells me in half an hour. I was like, whoah that’s fast! Awesome!

So she then asks what industry I’m in. I’m like ummmmmm… I.T. I guess. And then she fires out “Well, you know that there are technologies outside of I.T. that move forward.” Words cannot explain the thoughts flying through my head - I was trying to indicate how happy I was that they could grind them that quick, and here she was firing this gem at me. I felt like pounding the counter and saying “Well what the fuck are you typing in the prescription on lady?” But no, I couldn’t - because I knew full well that she’d screw it up on purpose.

So anyways, Matt and I stopped at the evil empire that is Starbucks on the way back and saw Bif Naked hanging out on the corner. Then when I went later to actually get the glasses I saw her again, on a different corner. Man, she is pumped. She has muscles that could twist my head off and more tattoos then… um… someone with a lot of tattoos. I wanted to be like “Yo Bif, nice ink!” But I didn’t care that much.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention - how weird is this? Matt and I were offered champagne glasses full of ginger ale upon entering the shop.