If It Wasn't for Good Luck, Well, She'd Still Be Pretty Freakin' Lucky

Meet my friend Amber:

She is without a doubt the luckiest person you will ever meet. She asked me not to say that in fear that simply verbalizing said luck would be a jinx, but I assured her it is nothing we haven't all been saying for years. If there is a prize to be won she'll win it. Random drawing? Amber's the name you'll hear called. Most weekends if you ask Amber what she's doing she'll tell you she's going to some concert or a wine tasting or perhaps a seven course steak dinner gratis because she won tickets from a radio station. And here is where I wonder what the hell I did in a past life that was so bad that I have not yet won a mountain bike in this life as Amber has, but ay, here's the rub: Amber calls radio stations. She actually enters contests and drops her business card in the fishbowl at the counter and that is why this past Saturday night she invited ten of her closest girlfriends to a free Beauty Bash at Benefit Cosmetics where we all got complimentary champagne, hors d'oeuvres, a brow wax and a makeover.

Sometimes I Just Love Being a Girl.

I spent much of the evening being a complete asshat blogger, living in the moment of the post and taking photos of everyone with wax dripping between their eyes, so it's only fair that I share this here pic of Yours Truly getting my lashes tinted:

Jazz Hands!

The evening was a veritable girlie fest of shrieking and laughing, discussions of ovulation over wine and cheese, mascara, blush and chocolate. I don't know exactly when it dawned on me but sometime during the night I realized that I am just as lucky as my friend Amber. True, I have never won a mountain bike. (But truer still: perhaps this is fortuitous seeing as how if I did I might actually have to ride it.) The only time I have ever called a radio station is to correct the on-air personality and would you believe I didn't win anything for that? Still, I am lucky. I am lucky to have good girlfriends in my life. Girls who are smart and girls who are funny. Girls who like their pizza with figs, wine and honey. Girls who know that a Beauty Bash with a complimentary brow wax means that you will end up spending upwards of $200 on makeup but go for the love of the free swag and the chit chat. Girls who are lucky.

Thanks, Amber, for a smashing evening. I am lucky to have a friend who thinks it's entirely possible to win, a friend who sees yellow and not pollen, sunshine and not a blistering sunburn, a friend that sees the mustache on LC's upper lip and isn't afraid to discuss it with me in public.

And now for the After:

From Left to Right With Face-Fulls of Make-Up But Beautiful Even Without: Sara with the green scarf fresh back from Russia, Luck Be A Lady Herself: Amber, another Amber and the only one who knew it's best to wear grey to a make-over, Lilah beaming in the middle, Yoli full of smiles, Mollee pg and beautiful with baby #2, Rosalie there on the top right end; and on the bottom row from Left to Right, Jenny with her coveted purse, and Moi, looking a bit like a tranny.