lippy

things that amuse me endlessly, #382:

last night, after divine pizza and before a third divine round of drinks, i applied lipgloss. fairly standard stuff. smells good, very shiny, kind of pink. the shiny pinkness caught the attention of two my drinking companions, burly (straight) manly men in the full bloom of manhood. terribly interested in my lipgloss. removing the cap, smelling it for...toxins, i don't know. they look so very interested that i reveal that i have two other colors of the same stuff in my bag, if they were interested in examining them as well.

transifxed, glassy-eyed nods.

i pass around the other two tubes, and the spectacle repeats. and then, and THEN, to my absolute delight, the filmmaker...starts...to...apply....it. the clear stuff with the sparkles that smells like raspberries. it made me so unbelievably happy. i only wish his girlfriend had been there to see it; i think she would have been the only person who could appropriately appreciate that moment with me.