Glasses for

Saturday after brunch, Simone convinced David to get new glasses. It had been a long time coming. Simone asked me to accompany them and I did.

Soon, David was deciding between two pairs of glasses. One, a thick plastic black rim he termed "art director" glasses; I think he meant "architect." I told him they looked like he was trying too hard. I told him he looked like a raccoon. The attendant chuckle. The other pair disappeared when he put them on, showing off his face. I recommended the latter.

In the first year I was in New York, when everything was cooler than I could have expected and everyone was cooler than I, I met an architect at a party. His clothes were perfectly pressed. He wore thick black rim glasses reminiscent of those my father wore in his college photographs. Around his waist was a belt with a buckle made from the seatbelt of a Dodge Dart, the car my father used to drive.

At that moment the one thing I wanted most was that belt buckle. I thought to when my father sold the car for scraps, and wondered why I didn't have the forethought to cut out the seatbelts for future use. I wished he still had the car. I still wish he did.

David ended up with the latter pair of glasses. He looks great in them. Posted by eku at September 9, 2007 10:18 PM