Here's a picture of my sister and me under the bright lights of a Broadway marquee:
That's pretty much what I've been doing the last couple of years. Though not always under the theatrical lights. Or even outside. Or with my sister. Sometimes I've been floundering with glasses askew entirely on my own. Or with friends. Or my husband, Dave. Or our son, the previously nicknamed Fluffy, from here on, referred to as Tito.