you wake up at the buttcrack of dawn to be at the office by 7am to prep for a presentation.
you wake up almost late so you walk out the door with tousled wet hair and a thrown together outfit - it could be worse though, you at least put your contacts in.
you slap a coat of mascara on while driving with your knee en route to said presentation.
everything goes well, and your day carries on.
after work you head to a client happy hour benefit with some coworkers. by now your hair is in a ponytail and the thought of an additional makeup application doesn't even cross your mind.
a cocktail or two at happy hour, turns into a buzz, which turns into a desire to continue going out, which combined with the cavs home opener, you end up at the local watering hole across the street from your apartment.
it doesn't matter that you think you look like ass from a long day.
until the bar starts to fill up.
you are running into more and more people.
you are suddenly becoming conscious of your flat hair and lack of blush.
you are running into more and more people.
you are suddenly becoming conscious of your unflattering dress and lack of eyeliner.
people you haven't seen in months. people you are meeting for the first time and want to make a good impression on. catty bitches you have had a run in or two with. people you may or may not have made out with.
they are all there.
you think why the hell does this always happen? why can't you run into all of these people when you think you look hot and put together?
typical, just typical you think.
but you snap out of it.
fuck it.
you're just as badass, eyeliner or not.
you go order another beer, sit down and laugh with your friends.
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30 comments:
nailed it! i've done that too many times!!!
I am a strong believer that great things happen when you least expect it. It's the night you're out in your flannel PJ's, hair frizzed out and mascara dripping below your eyes that you'll meet your future husband!
Fabulous seeps out of your pores, my love. Worry not...but I am the same exact way.
Exactly. Life is too short to worry about eyeliner.
Yeah, anyway I think the little details don't matter when you're with people you know anyway. They already know how you look and what you're like.
I am waaay over stimulated with Football, Baseball, and now Basketball. I love this time of year. And you, you rock too!
What's blush?
Alcohol provides enough blush and WHY ARE YOU SO HARD ON YOURSELF?!
You are LOVELY! You just want me to keep telling you that, don't you?
I have never left the house and forgotten eyeliner or blush.
Yes, that's because I always purposefully remember that I am a man.
ALWAYS HAPPENS. i usually run into an ex, too, for good measure.
This has become my strategy lately. I used to never walk out of the house with wet hair and eyeliner/concealer/bronzer/mascara (at the very least.)
Now? I decided I don't care and I'm all about the wet hair and maybe a swipe of mascara. I don't even bother to cover up the dark circles under my eyes or the breakouts that seem to be so prevalent these days.
I don't know if it's a confidence thing, or an "I don't give a crap" thing, or if I'm just over the pressure to be presentable. Maybe all three?
Regarless, props to you lady -- you're gorgeous no matter what :)
HA. or like when I go to brunch in adidas jogging pants... because I just dont care...
this shit happens to me all the time. Seriously.
"you're just as badass, eyeliner or not."
This has "t-shirt" written all over it.
Hysterical! I love it. I agree with Liebchen. I would wear it!
You know, this is all writerly. I really like it.
NOW you have a reason for dressing all in black.
That would totally happen to me too. I care too much about first impressions, but then I think, screw it, I'm having fun. whatever ppl who suck.
Ya, um... feel free to add the presence of the irridescent schmeere of dry baby snot and you have my life... oh... ya... and subtract the social fun! HAHAHA
I saw you at the bar last night. I hope I don't fall into this category: "catty bitches you have had a run in or two with." :)
Sometimes "fuck it" is just about all you can say! Ha.
Amen.
You are amazing.
And when you feel like "damn, I look good" you see NO ONE!
It's the way of the world.
Ok now I want to delete my blog and start an entire new one titled "I'm a badass, eyeliner or not."
that's pretty much how i feel on a regular basis, eff it and have another drink and laugh with friends. always the best solution.
I have been there so many times.
You are awesome. Thats all you need to know.
you can always guarantee youll run into people when you are not at your best. always.
and you summed it up best in the end!
Kool-Aid Man RULEZ THE WORLD. w00t!
isn't that ALWAYS the way it happens?
the day i'm wearing sweatpants will be the day i see EVERYONE.
That's always the way it happens to me, too, but at least you were able to rise above.
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