Drunk Fridays

A recipe:

• Pour a sizable quantity of rum into a large glass
• Add your favorite soft drink, and/or ice
• Consume with great haste

Welcome to Drunk Friday, a feature I am starting now that will likely appear only a few times (if ever, given my attention span). Fridays are days best spent celebrating the progression of one's life gradually towards death, with the added bonus that we now have two days to do what we actually like. I will strive, on Drunk Friday, to find something positive to appreciate while consuming a pleasing beverage.
This has been a particularly difficult week, ending with a particularly difficult Friday. It is improved, however, by the acquisition of cheap sunglasses.
I don't see the point of spending a great sum of money on sunglasses. They never end up quite to my liking when I spend more than twenty dollars, and I feel reluctant loyalty to them out of the sheer fact that I could have bought pizza for what they cost. This leaves me with a desire for cheap plastic glasses, the kind you see on a rack in the grocery store near the registers. Never more than fifteen dollars, these oddities shield my eyes from migraine-inducing sunlight while looking to be worth every dollar paid.
These sunglasses, purchased at Fresh Market, are fabulous. They are brown-tinted, which I prefer, and rimmed with brown plastic. However, said plastic is accentuated with a rather vibrant teal. Most importantly, the sides are set with four stunning plastic "diamonds," each of which really give the glasses personality and a sense of mystique.
Would I pay more than ten dollars for these beauties? Absolutely not. I could pay more for sunglasses that look better and irritate the living fuck out of me, or I could pay ten dollars for strange plastic glasses that amuse me. We should choose our apparel based on what makes us happy; those who claim we dress for others have never worn a onesie.
My new sunglasses made me happy with their novelty and their affordability. What made you happy today?