So after the party I was at Tuesday night, from which I got home at 3:00 AM, I went to an 8:00 AM event at Sephora (yay, Sephora!), where I got a facial and then a guy did my makeup.

Now, you have to understand, I normally am not an expensive-makeup person. And when a guy starts to put expensive makeup on me, I'm normally like, "Whatever, dude, it's not going to make very much difference."

However, being delicate of ego after last week's TV appearance fiasco during which I looked like Casper the Friendly Droopy-Eyed Ghost, I was in the mood to be pampered. Plus, I had a hundred bucks in gift cards to spend. (Long story.)

Just as I did with Rafael and the nail kit so long ago (although this guy was of the excitable-makeup-artist variety, rather than that hot variety), I totally let myself be taken and bought a whole load of the stuff he used on me. Because seriously? LOVED. Loved, loved, loved. It's all Cargo stuff. Go, Canadians!

I have this in Jupiter. I have this in Tonga (beautiful). Most shockingly, I have this in Light. Bronzer? For Casper? He explained that it's not supposed to make me look tan. And it doesn't. Anyway, then there's this in 2, this in Arizona (LOVE!), and this in Baj Baj.

Do not add up the money I spent.

But seriously? I think I may recover from CasperGhostTVGate. That's how much I lurved the Cargo.

Hey, admire me. I didn't let him sell me the brushes.