Beauty School Dropout
|The performer's friend...|
However, being drugged up and also in a minor fugue state from stage fright, I have no idea how my reading went. I vaguely recall people laughing, so that's good, right? I guess I will have to wait for the YouTube video, just like the rest of you.
I still have the cold from hell, plus I have post-show letdown. Fun.
A former LTYM DC cast member did our makeup. My whole face is heading south faster than a heavy speeding bullet dropped from an airplane, and it is scary to look at, almost like when the Nazis faces are melting at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark. The makeup artist applied her products lightly, but it had the effect of making me look a little less frightening. I've got to learn how to do that. The nerve of my parents sending me to an Ivy League university instead of cosmetology school - at this point, I am thinking the latter would have been more useful.
Back in March I got back on the Weight Watchers counting-points bandwagon, plus I started walking 15,000 steps a day, in an attempt to feel better and yes, lose a few pounds, because I swear they are all in my bust and my face. So, after 6 weeks of this and feeling, truth to tell, quite marvelous about myself, I stepped on the scale at my ob-gyn's office last week and saw that I was one pound over the weight that I guessed I was in mid-March when I started my healthy-life regimen.
But, hey - healthy! 6 miles a day and all that...
[Sudafed image: Stop The Drug War]