The night before our brunch at Level One, I lost my contact lens. We came back from the bars, it had been my friend Justin's birthday and we had been drinking since 7 pm on a "party yacht" (which sounds a lot more bougie than it was), and I just wanted to go to bed. And thankfully, but maybe not, I remembered I should take out my contacts. I managed to get the right lens out and into the case, but the left one ended up somewhere on the floor, the table, or maybe Vietnam because all I know is, it went MIA.

This depressed me both because I brought no other contacts up to DC - just my glasses, which I never wear in public - and I still had a week left of wear in that contact.

The next morning, I was even more bummed at the prospect of wearing glasses for my next two days hanging out in Arlington and DC. We were about to go to brunch. I was going to be photographed in glasses. Would people see me as a hipster or as the bedhead wreck glasses make me feel like that? Whenever I'm bespectacled and not in the comfort of my apartment, I just feel ill prepared for life.