The $39 glasses work, hurrah! No, it's not some scheme where they put clear lenses in and hope you never notice.

I forgot to relate the second most painful experience I had last Thursday (the first being, remember, All My Sons). On the way home in the subway, I picked up a wad of gum someone had stuck to the side of the car. I put ice on it when I got home, to little avail. Then I googled gum, the getting out of, and two other methods were ultimately successful. (And the slacks I was wearing were brand-new, part of a suit, so I very much wanted to save them.) First, Scotch tape got most of the gum off, it likes to stick to the tape more than fabric. For the last greasy stain, though, I put a piece of brown paper over the stain and ironed it until it was completely gone.

Saw a hilarious show yesterday, What's That Smell?, a spoof of a has-been musical theater composing sensation. To give you a taste, he writes a show about 9/11 called That Goddamned Day, all from his own point of view. "I remember exactly where I was when I heard, I was at the hospital. My friend Pam was getting breast implants that morning." "Pam" has a number where she first feels bad and shallow for doing this while the country was being attacked, but then she realizes that big, fake, American boobs are what we're all about.