Frolic and Detour

September 23, 2004

An Explosion Of The Girly-Girl

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.

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June 02, 2004

The Girliest Day Ever Continues Apace

Okay, I love pretty much everything they have at Sephora, but something about this stuff -- and particularly the customer review of it -- makes me just a leeettle bit nervous.

I love Amazing Grace, though. It smells divine. And if you like your lips good and mushy, you need a tub of Kiss Me Red. There is also Kiss Me Not-So-Much-Red, which is what I wear when the winter beats the crap out of me.

This, of course, is on the wish list no matter what, because . . . come on. Margarita shampoo? I think we know I must have that.

Ah, Philosophy.

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Oh, Rafael

Now that we've spent a couple of weeks on basketball, now we're going to talk about my nails.

Specifically, we're going to talk about this nail kit. About two weeks ago, I'm taking a stroll through the Mall of America (as you do), and I walk by one of the little kiosks, where an ungodly hot man calls out to me. I know what you're saying -- "Hey, I've had that dream." But in your dream, does he say, "Excuse me, do you have natural nails?" Because this one does.

Now, normally, I smile politely at the MOA Kiosk People and move along, as they are always trying to spray you with something or smear something on your hands or something of that sort. However, Rafael gets my attention. It is possible that it's because he asks me a question other than, "Would you like to try whatever I am hawking today?", or that it's because I do, in fact, have natural nails, and always like it when people give me extra points for it. But probably, it is because Rafael is . . . did I mention ungodly hot? Yeah. Anyway, he is, in that Latino Manicurist of Ambiguous Sexuality kind of way, and I swear, he smells better than any man I have ever met.

So I answer, in my Wary and Coquettish Consumer Girl Who Is Not Fooled By Your Games, You Wily Salesman kind of way, "Yes." He calls me over to his little countertop, where he says, "Okay, let me seeee them." And he takes my hands and looks them over. "They're kind of awful," I say apologetically, because it's not like you can say, "They seem okay to me." "Let's take theeee worst one," he says, picking out my left thumbnail, which I'm not sure is any worse than the other ones, but which is probably the easiest for Rafael to get to. He holds up this little block -- it's this thing -- and he says, "Okay, we are going to start weeeth the black side. We do five seconds." And he buffs my thumbnail for a few seconds, which is about when I start thinking about what a dweeb I am for letting this guy buff my thumbnail in the Mall of America just because he smells so good.

When he's done with the five seconds, the nail looks kind of dull and smooth, sort of like it's been hit with light sandpaper -- which, essentially, it has. "And now, we do theee white side." Buffbuffbuffbuffbuff. And I'm looking at the nail, and I'm thinking, "I've buffed my nails before with a $2.59 gizmo from Walgreens, and they looked snazzier than that." But of course, I don't say this to Rafael, because you don't want to be rude. "And