I know this doesn’t make me a very good shoulda-been-gay slightly-twee married fop, but I’d never experienced a Noel Coward play until Sunday. Along with the enchanting Geoffrey Nauffts, Michael Mastro and Julianne Hoffenberg, we went to see “Design for Life” in Williamstown, MA and I found it positively a hoot. Funny how a comedy about bisexual threesomes could keep you from starving during the Depression.
Tessa, Marisa Tomei, Julianne, Geoff
Marisa Tomei is a friend of Tessa’s crowd (she was a Naked Angel back in the day) and she gave a remarkable performance alongside Campbell Scott and Steven Weber.
I saw Campbell Scott’s glasses after the show, and instantly recognized his crappy eyesight as my own: -7.5 at least. He said he was -7, and I told him that LASIK is the best chance I ever took. He said he was too scared to get it done, but I’d just like to put out a public service message to everyone out there in blogland: if you have shitty eyes, get your ass down to a reputable hospital and have them lasered. You’ve got a better chance of going blind while driving there.
My life from 1975 to 1999 was a constant misery of dopey eyeglasses, scratchy contacts, migraines, saline solution, and lost prescriptions. I hated my glasses so much that I rarely had my picture taken in them. They fogged up in the winter, and slid down my face in the summer.
I looked like a… well, shit, why don’t I just show you:
That was my senior yearbook picture, and NO, it wasn’t taken in 1970. It was 1985, and everyone else looked normal, it was ME who maintained a zork-spaz relationship with haircuts and eyewear. Why nobody intervened… I dunno. Perhaps everyone was busy.
Anyway, I got contacts the next year, and though I looked like I had a body wave:
at least I was presentable. So all you glasses and contact lens sufferers, please, borrow money from your parents or 401K and get zapped.
more Impressionist picture fun with Tessa’s Treo 600 “camera”