Face time
I don’t have to work on Fridays, but because no one else is around to play with me, these days have become increasingly self-absorbed. Yesterday, I got five beauty treatments. A haircut, highlights, a facial, my eyebrows groomed, and, for good measure, a make-up touch-up. This is what the lady at the Chanel counter offers you when you walk by with no makeup on—“Would you like a touch-up?” Touch up to my actual face, I guess. I also did a sweet gym + steam room combination. (Do you think they’ll let me be on The Real Housewives?) The result?
I look exactly like I did when I started the day, but with clean hair.
Julia took this glamour shot before we went to see “The Roommate,” which is about a college student obsessed with her freshman year roommate. Afterwards, Julia said, “That should have been on Lifetime.” Apt. My own freshman year roommate used to take my dirty clothes out of my hamper—while I was at class—and wear them. I thought this was creepy at the time, but in retrospect, it’s sort of flattering: She would have rather worn my soiled clothes than her clean ones. Maybe I should see if she’s free next Friday?
