Glasses are amazing pieces of artwork. Two ocular devices that correct the visual imperfections of my life; without them my life would be extremely difficult to operate. How do I know? As you can see to the left, our story starts with a party…a party of die-hard fans and one hell of an unstoppable urge to party with them.
The Saturday for each of my Fantasy Fests are devoted to wild and debaucherous times. This time was no different. During the costume parade, I was barraged by free drinks, crazy people, and all-out fun…
As the night grew more intense, I “interacted” with more and more “people”. Beads flying everywhere, I joined a group of Key West Rainbow Goddesses as they entered my field of vision. This was a photo “op” not to miss! So, I take a shot of them & I get one with me – my face stuffed inside one of their chests.
A minute later, I notice that my vision is really impaired…is it the alcohol? Oh no…camera 1…camera 2…my eyeglass fell out! What the hell am I going to do? I'm drunk, I can't see, and I look like an idiot with a winking problem! Feverously, I look all around and can't find this glass anywhere…looking like a chicken pecking for food. After 15 minutes (and many people thinking I've gone totally mental), I walk and wink back to my home. There, my buddy George has the best idea possible – “hey, why don't you use my glasses?” This one sentence saved my Fantasy Fest. So, I head back out there with near-blind vision (his prescription is about a ¼ of what mine is) and head back to the party. The rest is history…for that night.
The next three days were filled with near-blinding vision throughout Key West . Visiting a pirate museum, shopping, eating, partying – all done at near-blindness.
However, I did get my prescription done in Key West . However, that didn't help since no doctor could make prescription and transition lenses on any of the islands in a day or two. So, we head back to Naples . Since I can't see, George saves me again by driving back in my parents' convertible. The story doesn't end…
