Sooo last night was awesome. A night out with my girlfriends was EXACTLY what I needed. We went to Lisa’s AMAZING restorative yoga class at YogaLife Queen Anne (if you’re local, I highly recommend it — it’s a very easy, meditative yoga that makes you super relaxed), and even though I’d only planned on meeting two of my girlfriends there, it just so happened that two other of my girlfriends were at the same class. We all went to dinner together afterward, and it was just fantastic to be out of my head, to be honest with my friends about what was going on in my life, and to just get some sanity back.
This afternoon my friend Gillian and I went to see Jennifer’s Body, which was not nearly as good as I’d hoped. I mean, it wasn’t terrible, but I just thought it would be way funnier and more interesting. It just kind of fell flat. Oh, and this is what my face looked like this morning:
And this is what it looked like after makeup:
Not so bad, eh? But by mid-afternoon the peeling had started, and it’s hard to cover it up with makeup when your skin is peeling off your face. It’s fairly obvious. Plus, as a part of the peel, they load your face with Retin-A, so I’ve been breaking out like crazy, just whiteheads everywhere. This is all to be expected — it’s a part of the skin-clearing process — but I definitely don’t look pretty right now. My skin is ANGRY SKIN. Luckily my girlfriends don’t really care whether or not I look hot.
After the movie, I met up with my friend Alicia to watch her boyfriend and our other guy friend play Australian rules football, aka “footy.” They play for the Seattle Grizzlies, which are apparently a really good team. They definitely kicked ass today. I don’t quite understand the rules — sometimes they kick the ball, sometimes they punch it, sometimes they throw it, sometimes they just swat at it — but there don’t seem to be any rules at all about tackles. They wear zero padding, and they’ll just grab each other’s arms from behind, or swat at each other’s faces and hands, or just slam into each other from the side. Stuff that would probably be a technical foul in basketball, and definitely illegal in American football, is a-okay in footy. It’s hectic to watch, but it also clearly requires a great deal of athletic skill. These guys’ legs are crazy buff. It was very cool getting to watch the game — except it was freezing outside and I didn’t really dress warm enough.
Then I went to meet up with some other girlfriends for some quality girl talk, and finally headed home. I took a shower and washed off my makeup, and of course a ton of my skin came off from the washing. They had given me a special lotion that I’m supposed to use to “calm” the “irritated” areas, but OH MY GOD when I put this stuff on it HURT. Like, it was the first time in all of this that I’d actually felt INTENSE PAIN. My face felt like it was on FIRE. I was fanning myself and cursing the aesthetician for performing this procedure without prescribing me pain meds (like she even could have), but it lasted about 60 seconds and then it was fine again. I am never putting on that lotion again. I was fine until I put on the damn lotion. IT DOES NOT PUT THE LOTION ON ITS SKIN.
