I went to a concert this weekend — a very uncharacteristically cool and young activity for the likes of me, but it was great fun. I was sitting on the aisle so I kept being stepped on or over by people as they made their way to the bar or out for a smoke. At one point, a drunk guy with an enormous beer-belly paused in his efforts to squeeze past me long enough to say, “Hey. Great glasses. Beautiful.”

I’ve been feeling insecure about my new glasses ever since I got them, so I was quite flattered that the guy took the time to compliment them.

Drunk? Absolutely.

Sarcastic? Possibly.

Will I take it? You betcha.