Saturday, December 4, 2010

Back from the Blind



Perhaps you already know about the wonders of Flexible Spending Accounts. Your employer deposits a chunk of your salary you choose each year and you get to spend it on your medical expenses. The money is not taxed and, in federal employees' case anyway, the entire amount you designate is available immediately so it's like an interest free loan for a year. The down side is any money in the account you don't spend by the end of the year, you lose. It's like a not very amusing game. In December you have to guess how sick you're going to get in the next year and how expensive it will be.

This year, I wildly overshot and so now I'm scrambling around trying to spend up all the money still hanging around my account. Since the pinheads at FSA will not recognize rentboys as legitimate medical expenses, I was considering decorative surgery, but decided to spring for new glasses instead. I picked them up this afternoon.

I assume plenty of you guys are myopic because, you know, so many of you use big words in your comments. Thus you'll understand the thrill of new glasses. Never again will the world look so crisply clear as it does through brand new lenses.

So what did I see, wandering through the Castro, my eyesight all tuned up?

(Of course I didn't think to take my camera, so all images are approximate and swiped from various websites.)

The agapanthus on Market and Noe are remarkably brilliant blue.


The storefront that used to house Earthtones, a fairly charming tchotchke store, is now reopening as a combination wine bar and jewelry store.
What? Is their business plan that customers will get drunk and pop for overpriced bijoux? It seems like an unlikely concept.

Plenty, plenty of cute guys. Reveling in my new found ability to focus, I was looking around absentmindedly and suddenly realized I was staring at an absolutely ravishing boy. Good Heavens.
He had on a lovely olive green sweater, too.

Even as I realized what I was doing, I also saw that he was looking directly through me, invisible as a glass window in his path. That didn't bother me; I had my turn and now it's his. What it did do, however, was make me wonder what it would be like to be young and so very good looking and living in San Francisco. I know, I know, everyone has their own pains and sorrows, rain falls on the beautiful and the ugly alike, blahblahblah. Still, what is like, to turn heads everywhere you go? I'll never know, I'd just be satisfied with his sweater.

12 comments:

  1. Could you increase the font size on your blog while you're at it?

    I'm putting out a special Braille edition of my blog, by the way.

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  2. Wine and jewelry?
    Now, wine and auto parts i understand, but jewelry?

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  3. Wine and rentboys, now that might make some money.

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  4. Now you can continue making a spectacle of yourself.

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  5. You mean his unwashed sweater... Right?

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  6. My hubby suggests you listen to "I'm so glad I'm not young any more" sung by Maurice Chevalier in the GiGi sound track. I suggest a cool stare and an appraising etc. (from Hard Day's Night).

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  7. “Still, what is it like, to turn heads everywhere you go?”

    It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be especially when you realize that they sprained their necks to stare at your hunchback.

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  8. The FSA I had a few years back is how I got my most groovy, expensive, end of the year glasses too.

    As for the young and beautiful thing, it would be hell, pure hell. I'm sure. Excuse me, I need a Kleenex.

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  9. Nice frames. Will you post a photo of you in them?

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  10. isn't that why "they" told us to fuck as many as we could while we were young? then, when age and infirmities set in, as they have, we all sit around in kooky caftans and compare notes.

    i can't find my glasses.

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  11. Sweetie: drinking too much and buying overpriced, unnecessary items is a time-old tradition. Where HAVE you been?

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  12. I imagine you'd get more use out of the sweater anyway. After all, even if the sweater is stunning you know how many people have worn it.

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