Thank You To DU From LaLaRawRaw Concerning Her Half-Lobster & Wingnut Waffle Adventure

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September 19, 2008

Thank you Mr. Make Up Man...

I have managed to upload one photo thus far of the ONA Awards and my normalized skin color. If you have no clue what I am talking about (don't come around much do you?), read this post. I am attempting a half- hearted smile for fear that my 10 pounds of make-up (making me all one color) will crack. So I ended up doing a Bugs Bunny grimace. In any case, I think the Make Up guy I located did a good job. You cannot tell anything is amiss.

Now as promised, here is my run-down of day 5 (minus the Obama waffles which has its own entry):

We left off at Day Four and mid-crisis involving me and a terrible sunburn. First I want to thank all of you for your emails and phone calls suggesting remedies of all sorts. Gareth Porter was so very kind to call and just see if I was okay. Vitri called to suggest a South American remedy, but our connection was horrible. Cary (from DU) emailed me with a thread he had started about various remedies I could try. And so forth. There are too many of you to thank, but thank you nevertheless.

Le Sunburn Saga Continued

By 4 PM the following on day 5, I was supposed to already be getting fixed up for the 6 PM cocktail party sponsored by the New York Times (They would go on to win an award for their coverage of the Elliott Spitzer scandal later in the evening). The awards banquet was to start at 7 PM. Unfortunately, I was no closer to a solution, although my face had gotten a bit less red, my back and left arm (and the left front of me) were all on fire. At this point, all medicinal remedies no longer mattered. I went into vanity mode.

I hopped a taxi and told them to take me to the nearest fine salon, which did not work, as I ended up at a Super Cuts - and they were not equipped to deal with my problem. Not knowing what to do, I had the strange idea to call a source of mine (why the hell not? this was an emergency after all), "Four Seasons, they have people who can help you," said this person and with that, I was off again.

The salon is called George's (I think, I only remember it in a blur). I came running in as they were winding down for the day and in total girlie hysteria (I am so ashamed) I yelled "Salon emergency... need... help." I don't exactly remember what happened next, but somehow I was getting my hair washed and then I was getting my hair styled.

"Veronica Lake... that is how it should look" I managed to say to the absolutely stunning Turkish and straight hairdresser (bless you Undder, for you cheered me up). Now I don't know why anyone thought I needed my hair done and I was too discombobulated to explain myself in any coherent way. Perhaps the salon folks thought my hair looked in need of styling (and it likely did as I had spent hours in yogurt, aloe, and whatever else I could get my hands on to help with the burn). In any case, I did regroup and did yell out Veronica Lake, so that should count for something in the world of hysteria. My hair was set with little side clips to make waves (which in the end did not last, as you can tell from the photo).

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[Tandalayo_Scheisskopf]

1. Oh. My.

My little heart just went pitty-pat, pitty-pat. ;-)

[lala_rawraw]

2. well we lost the award, but at least

I was all one color while losing... thanks for posting and thanks to all of you for your kind suggestions and concern:)