22 APRIL 2008. TUESDAY. 07:21PM.

I volunteered to be the designated driver on our saturday night out so my lonesome extra strong Mojito at Must Bar gave me the buzz right before dinner, sorta fizzled out after consuming a succulent rump of steak at Veritas and of course the after-dinner Soto coffee killed all the joy that's left. Being sober didn't help me to win our cafe game of Scrabble either. That's pretty lame! I also survived my trip to the optometrist but came out $700 poor. Good heavens, inflation sure stepped in between frames (my last about 8 years ago). Thank god for health insurance. My doc wouldn't let me get the big nerd frames I wanted (Donna Karan on sale no less). Instead he let me pick out a Ray Ban pair as a compromise. At least he respected this thing called style or he would have insisted a pair of John Lennon's for me 'cos they were the perfect frame for my dismal myopia.