I am about to do one of those things I hate doing. I’m going to write a post summarizing my life. And why do I hate these posts? Simple. Cuz I think they require no imagination or creativity. No, really, they don’t – not one bit.
I feel like nothing in my life lately warrants an individual blog post. Plus, it’s been so long since I’ve updated with *real* content. So … here goes nothing. On to the potpourri.
① I got my ears pierced in July. To be perfectly honest, I had them pierced in my early tweens but I never liked pierced ears (I’m not your typical girly girl), so I eventually let them close up. It’s been a good 20 years since I last wore earrings. But I recently decided that I needed to be more *ahem* feminine, and so the obvious first step is to have pierced ears. So, yep, I’m wearing earrings now and I gotta tell ya, I’m actually loving it. So is my husband.
② I also started to wear gas permeable contact lenses in July. Otherwise known as hard lenses. See, several years ago, soft contacts and I became fremenies. I mean, I wore them when I had to, but they caused my eyeballs extreme irritation (and redness) due to having curvy corneas (it’s called keratoconus, if you care). Typically, corneas are the shape of basketballs (round), but my eye doctor refers to the shape of my corneas as footballs. So the soft contacts used to rub my eyes (the wrong way) and so I could only wear them for a few hours at a time.
I was told that I needed to wear hard lenses because they could be made custom to fit my eyeballs. Hence no rubbing and therefore no redness & irritation. So I started this process in July. And it’s HARD. No pun intended. At first, wearing hard contact lenses feels like you have a billion eyelashes in your eyes. And eventually, your eyes will build up a callus (this is what I was told) and, at that point, the lenses become much more comfortable to wear. But first, you (meaning, me) have to get the right custom fit lenses. And so, I’ve been going back and forth to the eye doctor on a nearly weekly basis since July, trying to get the right lenses to fit my eyes. As it turns out, my left eyeball is the tricky one and we have yet to find the right shape to fit. And I’ve had so many doctor appointments that I swear my boss must think I have eyeball cancer or something. Gah!
Nothing happened in August. Unless you count my birthday. And I stopped counting that so …
I forgot to go see Wicked when I had tickets. So then, in order to make up for my memory lapse, I bought uber-expensive tickets to see it again (at the last minute) and ended up sitting on a freaking bar stool (in the supposedly “elite box seats”) for 2 ½ hours during the show. What a bunch of horseshit. Not cool, Smith Center. Not. Cool.
① At the beginning of October, my sweetheart, Garth Brooks, made an unexpected announcement that his contracted 5-year Wynn Las Vegas tour is actually only going to be 3 years. And you know, when you are as rich and powerful as Garth, you can make these sudden changes to your contract without giving a shit as to how much money you may or may not lose. What I’m really trying to say is, we scrambled to get last-minute tickets to see Garth’s show at the Wynn before the tour ends later this month. And because of the lateness of it all, Z and I bought 2 tickets nowhere near each other inside the theater. It was either that or pay an *extra* $200 to sit next to each other. And since the base price of one ticket is $250, we sat apart. Despite that, Garth rocks! And we both loved the show. I would tell you to see it when you get a chance, but yeah, that’s unlikely at this point.
② Z and I also *finally* went on our “summer anniversary” vacation. We stayed at the brand new Secrets Vallarta Bay (really, it just opened in April) in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. GORGEOUS! The resort is amazeballs, so you should absolutely bookmark the link and go visit with your special someone as soon as possible.
All’s we did on our vacation was swim, sunbathe, eat, drink, and sleep. And then rinse, wash, and repeat. For seven whole days. Oh, and every night, we sat in their STUNNING open-air lobby, ordered up a couple of martinis, and watched the sunset. This should definitely be on your bucket list.
And that about sums up my summer/fall.
Next up: the election, where I will be voting for life as opposed to women’s rights (gasp!), followed by a trip back home for Thanksgiving. Provided the East Coast is still standing after the hurricane + nor’easter.