I am currently suffering from the nauseating condition known as “nervous tummy.” This explains why it is only 8:10 in the morning and I have already had breakfast (White Chocolate Dream Peanut Butter on dark rye–told you I had a PB addiction), checked the weather on the Weather Network (still unbearably humid and no rain in sight), fed the menagerie of rodents that have shown up at my door (they don’t knock, but I know they are there staring and hoping), taken my allergy pill (which has already stopped my nose from dripping snot all over my keyboard), and listened to my husband bemoan a local hardware store for an inaccuracy in their flyer (he loves flyers).
And despite all of these distractions my stomach is still churning. At least now it has something in it to churn.
Why the pukey feeling? As you know, I used to work as a make-up artist. “Used to” are the operative words. I haven’t lost the ability to apply make-up. That’s like riding a bike. Plus, I do my own face almost every day (and remember, I have pig eyes and freckles, so this is a major feat). Tomorrow, I am doing the make-up for a good friend’s wedding. OMG, I am responsible for how she is going to look as she walks down the aisle with all eyes on her. How she will look when her groom decides whether or not to say “I do.” And how she will look in the wedding pictures that she will pour over lovingly in the decades to come. Just a sec, I’ll be right back…
Add mopping up puke to my list of accomplishments so far today.
When encountered with worrisome conundrums such as this, I usually try to identify the worst thing that could happen and usually it makes me feel better. Unfortunately, today this is not the case. Here are some of the things that I fear could happen:
- An ever-so-slight slip of the hand could result in my mascara wand stabbing the bride in the eyeball, which precipitates an ambulance ride and an emergency eyeball surgery. The surgery is successful (they were able to dislodge the mascara wand), but unsuccessful (she is now blind). The groom decides that caring for a half-blind wife is too much responsibility. Plus, the hole in her retina is off-putting. So he flees.
- A stray make-up brush hair lodges itself in her eyeball (I seem to have a lot of eyeball concerns) and creates a virulent infection. Her eye turns bright reddish purple, begins to leak and puss. Her mascara and liner runs down her face in an Alice Cooper-ish fashion. Not only does she terrify the groom and send him running, but she loses her eyesight (again).
- My mind suddenly goes numb (well, number than usual) and I forget what make-up goes where. I can no longer even identify simple objects like the “nose” or the “mouth.” The bride winds up looking like a painting by Pablo Picasso and, again, the groom runs away screaming. At least, she isn’t blinded in this scenario.
- I forget to bring my make-up and we have to resort to inflicting physical harm on the bride to give her some colour–pinching and slapping the cheeks until they are red, creating “smoky eyes” with our fists, and so on. This is the worst scenario as she winds up blinded in both eyes, gets a massive skin infection due to excessive pinching, and the groom leaves the country and is never heard from again.
As you can see, I am under a great deal of pressure. And nothing soothes the mind like learning a few stupid things.
1) Now here is a book that every groom wishes he needed to prepare for his wedding night. And every bride. Apparently, having a large penis is a problem for some. Admittedly, I nearly pee’d my kitchen chair when I came across this little gem at Amazon.
But it gets even better. Here is the description that comes along with it:
“Here at last is the first self-help book for men with Oversized Male Genitalia (OMG), a genetic birth defect that grows the penis to absurd proportions. Every year, thousands of men are diagnosed with OMG. Sadly, most are banished to the fringes of society, victims of their own freakish length and girth. How to Live with a Huge Penis brings them an inspiring message of tolerance and hope—along with helpful information on
• Unzipping: Coming Out to Your Friends and Family
• Sharing Your Pain: Sexual Intercourse with a Huge Penis
• Big Blessings: Unexpected Advantages of a Huge Penis
• and much, much more
Complete with prayers, poetry, a daily affirmations journal, and thoughtful quotations from leading self-help experts, How to Live with a Huge Penis will inspire men of all shapes and sizes.” (Amazon.com).
I’m sorry but this one beats the Big Colouring Book of Vaginas to hell. No pun intended.
2) The North American wedding likely seems like a very strange event to some–the bride in white, the exchanging of rings, the throwing of rice or blowing of bubbles, followed by the happy couple driving away in a vehicle with tin cans hanging from the bumper. But, seriously, you haven’t seen strange until you’ve seen the Carnival of Laza, Spain.
The event begins with some really strange looking dudes running back and forth (over and over again) with loud bells attached to them that clang with every step, as they whip innocent (or stupid) bystanders. This, apparently, ushers in the fun to follow. If you’d like to see these masochistic bellboys, go here:
In case you missed out on being lashed, you still have another opportunity to become a victim of random violence. Local townspeople will now throw muddy rags at you, but some will contain a magic ingredient–ANTS. Yes, they dig up ant hills and hurl the unsuspecting insects (yes, they are victims too) at Carnival goers. Doesn’t this sound like fun?
And, amidst all of this mudslinging (this time meant in the literal sense), someone is dressed up as a mad cow with a wooden mask, butting people in the “butts” and sexually harassing female (or Scottish male tourists donning kilts) by lifting up their skirts. Hurry and book your fun-filled vacation of ant bites, lash welts, and mud masks.
3) One thing I do love to fling at unsuspecting people are rubber bands. I especially like to do it shotgun style, stretched around my thumb (the trigger) and my pointer finger (the barrel). The slingshot way is for beginners.
But there is nothing worse than a stale elastic (or so I’ve been told). Apparently, I should have been keeping my elastic ammo in the refrigerator. They stay far stretchier that way.
Who knew? Now to find a place in the fridge for my office supplies. Right between my cold cuts and my eye cream (which I’ve been told that I should actually keep in there too, but have not because cold cream feels weird. And I put my eye cream on before bed, so when it’s cold it just wakes me up).
Well, wish me luck and say a little prayer for me (and the bride’s eyeballs). I’ll let you know how it goes.
Photo Credits: Ant Throwing (thumbpress.com).