The show goes on...but the polish will have to come off

So I had my nails done but it's such a major fail that I'm too embarrassed to post a photo. In fact, I'll probably have it cleaned first thing tomorrow. The lady couldn't seem to get it even with the photo in front of her. It's disappointing and frustrating really, but I don't want to dwell on that. I don't want to blame her.

On a lighter note, I loved my make up courtesy of Mimilism who, by the way, introduced me to primer (and everything else in between)! You see my routine for special occasions and events would usually just consist of foundation, a little contouring on the nose, a little thickening of my barely there eyebrows, blending in some dark eyeshadow, mascara, a little blush and some pink nude lipstick.

Halfway through the night, though, I'd end up with creasing eyeshadow and what seems to me like "melting" makeup. Retouching would help, but I didn't like that heavy feeling of having all that gook on my face. And as for the concept of moisturizers on my face, I couldn't really fathom it as I already have close to oily skin. I couldn't understand the need for a moisturizer when your face looks and feels moisturized already.

Ah, but alas, I saw the difference last night! So thank you once again to Mimilism for doing and talking me through my makeup. (At least I was happy with the makeup. Gah! I can't even bear to look at my nails! That's how bad the art is.)

Hosting went well, save for one part where I "mispronounced" someone's name and he would later come up to the microphone and tell everybody how I murdered his name. For one, I had absolutely no idea he was a guy. The name on my script was "Janes" for crying out loud! I read it as Janes and, because no one seemed to acknowledge, I also read it as Ja-nes, just in case. Turns out it was a "James". The organizers later told me it was a typo that must have been overlooked. Wow thanks, ha.

I won't say I wasn't furious because I was, and I was really embarrassed especially with the "murdered" comment and him asking me, on microphone, if I really thought that he looked like a girl. I thought it was rude of him to do that but then again, as always, the show must go on. So I apologize politely, smile and carry on. Hay!

In retrospect, I guess I can say that the running theme in the weekend-that-was is carrying on, from the nail fiasco to the hosting boo boo. Yeah, that's it, carrying on. What's done is done and you can choose to dwell on it while everyone else moves forward or you can choose not to be left behind and move on as well.