Contact Lens

Its whereabouts is still a mystery. Is it still in my right eye coexisting with its replacement lens? Did it get wrestled out during a particularly rigorous eyerub?

Either way, I’m having a bit of pain in my right eye, and I can’t decide whether it’s real or psychosomatic because I think there might be a contact lens folded and stuck in the top left corner of my eye.

I’m off to spend the rest of this gray afternoon watching the (weird) film “Me and You and Everyone We Know” — or something like that. Then to dinner with dad.

Speaking of which, my father mentioned today that Steven Seagal will be at the House of Blues tonight.

I reacted as you might: “Doing WHAT?”

Well, apparently he’s in a band and they’re performing tonight. My father actually knows him (so do I, but that’s a different story for a different time), so I think he’s anxious to sample the musical skills of Mr. Hard To Kill.

I’m not nearly as anxious, but since it’s Father’s Day, I might be forced to indulge him, even though I tend to have a problem with actors turned musician.

Yes, I realize that Steven Seagal is barely an actor, but you get the point.

Several years ago, a bunch of us got roped into going to DoubleDoor to see Keanu Reeves’ band, Dogstar. That was a bad decision. I would have preferred to listen to Bailey howl all night.