A trail of lipstick
After a very long day we opted not to return to the hotel before dinner which meant I needed lipstick but there was a big old Irish parade going down 5th Avenue where the MAC store is, so I had to detour down to Bloomingdales to get it. From point A to point B I ran into more drunk people in the street than at Mardi Gras and it is amazing how that continued into the evening when I was finally returning from the restaurant – only the people were drunker and there was the couple fighting in the street, the drunks sitting on stoops and fire hydrants, and there was the twenty deep crowds in front of each and every Irish pub between midtown and downtown.
I saw one woman with lipstick smeared across her face and was happy that I had taken the extra time to go get my long wearing lipstick from MAC that not even make-up remover can remove – ha! And I was equally glad that I was observing Lent and my appetite for even a glass of wine has been greatly diminished by my will to stay on this program. Nobody I saw out in the street today looked pretty – let me tell you.