So, because my eyes are super-sensitive to, well, everything, but most notably protein deposits on contact lenses, I need not one, but two cleaners whilst most normal contact wearers just rinse and soak. So imagine my horror in discovering that the ONLY soft contact lens cleaner in existence is on indefinite backorder with estimated re-shelving date in EARLY FALL. Yeah. So um I bought a bottle off eBay. Great, right?

Too bad I got it today and it's EXPIRED. From August 2005. WTF?

And what has the world come to, that people are selling contact cleaner on eBay and jacking up the prices to rip off the poor unfortunate souls (<--extra points if you can ID the movie reference) who now not only have bad eyes but empty wallets?! Huh?! Those bottles are going at $20 a pop!

ANYWAY.

I saw Avenue Q last night with John Taylor :) It was hilarious and clever and raucous and risque and edgy and over the top - I loved it, especially because sometimes I squirmed uncomfortably at the realization that they were satirizing ME, with my romanticism, idealism, and eternal quest to find a PURPOSE in life. I also felt validated that they satirized the ALL TOO FAMILIAR post-grad male tune of "I like you, but I can't have a girlfriend while I try to FIND MYSELF... but let me sleep with this really hot chick with the huge boobs a few days later." UGH!

What would have made the show about 35% more enjoyable was if the guy next to me didn't have some sort of heavy breathing problem and every 3 seconds I heard "ssshhhnnnnnnmmmmmttt" in my right ear. You'd think that after a while it would become somewhat rhythmic and I would adapt myself to it, but NOPE! The ENTIRE TIME!

I should also mention that before the show, he turned to me and asked, "Have you ever heard of 'Sasha's'?" Except he pronounced it with a flat A like in "can" or "man" and not an arched A like in "car" or "Mars." I told him no, and then John came back from the restroom and the guy leans over and asks John, "Excuse me, have you ever heard of 'Saaaasha's? I've already asked your lady friend here" (HAHHAHHAHHAHA!) and John says, "I'm not from the city, I don't know." That was that. Then the heavy breathing throughout the show.

Then AFTER the show we're outside the theater, and Heavy Breathing Guy appears AGAIN! "Excuse me, which way is Times Square?" John starts to say, "Again, I don't live here" but I cut him off: "Um well... we're in Times Square..." So we sent him toward Broadway awkwardly and then ran in the opposite direction. Ack!

Now I'm watching So You Think You Can Dance: Results Show. Can you believe Natalie is younger than me? Also, Cat Deeley is so awkward.

Martha is so diesel.

Okay, I'm out.