First night in the dirty

So as I arrive home tonight I'm welcomed by my dad asking me if his outfit (I know boys don't wear outfits, and I don't care) looks ok. He's on his way to meet the boys out. I then ask where my brother is. He's out with friends, duh. He's 18. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad they have social lives. My question is, where is mine? I'm going to hang out around the house tonight and get mentally prepared for shopping tomorrow. And my friend Caitlin gave some great advice:
"Make some hot cocoa and read about some sparkly vampires!"

Sounds awesome. One last thing. I'm treating myself to new glasses. What are your thoughts on the Ted Baker's below? Brown or black? I need help. We all know this though.