Never underestimate the power of your eyeliner!

The day started off well, with me realising I had left my makeup bag onsite yesterday, so after a mad packing session, a quick stop off at the St.Kilda job site to apply said makeup and maybe a have a cheeky number, I started out for the airport. I was driving and thinking how well my eyeliner went on, this being a daily observation which usually correlates well to the kind of day I'm about to have.

I glanced at my nails, free of paint. It's a nice sight, I wonder at this point when I will break my longest nail. I fantasize it will be in a tropical bar with a cocktail in hand, and I won't care! Not that I remotely care about such things, but still I thought, where will I be....? Anyway, Feeling good, I turned into St Kilda Rd and caught myself leaving without my phone charger! Crisis avoided I thought! Next left and we'll sort that right out. At precisely the same moment and out of the far far corner of my eye, a beautiful little Sudanese toddler broke free of his father's hand hold and bolted towards the front of my car. The kid was running straight​ for my front left tyre. In what can only be described as totally stealthy driving moves, I​ narrowly escaped involuntary manslaughter charges. With nothing but the exchange of shocked "OMFG" faces, we said nothing ​and moved on with the day at hand. Phew.... Back to site, no charger. The resolve being, just deal with it!​
I caught myself thinking, hmmm but my eyeliner went on so well! I quickly corrected my thinking! The Sudanese child is alive and well, the father is glad the mother wasn't there to see the near-death​ experience, and I am going to be in Airlie Beach with my besties very soon!! The eyeliner myth ​is far from busted!

Carry on!!

So between arriving at the airport early, squeezing in a couple of cigarettes, writing about the Sudanese​ kids near-death​ experience and alighting the Brisbane bound virgin flight VA 323, my eyeliner saved me again!

Now, negotiating escalators with carry on luggage isn't a favourite past time of mine, and I have often imagined what the teeth of an escalator could potentially do to you if you were to flounder. I have imagined falling down one several time​s. All this in mind, I had to first negotiate the bollards at the bottom of the the beast. Successfully I got through, just like the first corner in that game called operation we had as kids. Stepped on, looked around at the carry on that was successfully boarding the escalator behind me. Safe, we have not touched the sides, still in the game! Secretly I felt like my eyeliner was doing a sterling job. I breathed out a small sigh of relief, and looked to the top of the escalator, to see avalanche man falling from the top of the escalator with his enormous suitcase strapped to his hand pulling his head over his​ tail, over head, over tail. I pulled my carry on beside me quickly. (Metaphorically speaking this is where the patient's​ nose​ lights up and alarms in the operation game. Clearly, ​I'm not going to collect $200, because that’s a monopoly reference, I​ don't​ have any references for operation! I'd run through this scenario a few times in my head but I'd always been the "Faller"... Weak ankles braced, I had no choice, there were old ladies behind me, I blocked the avalanched traveler​ and whipped him upright in a move usually only reserved for cartoon superheroes​. Of course, security who had been chatting quietly and was​ now shouting and screaming racing for the kill switch, as they stopped the escalator we both overbalanced hitting my carry on and breaking the once fantasied about long nail….not quite a tropical bar and no cocktail in hand!

Due to this event, ​the escalator was now stopped, and we would have to use the lift. This, of course, ​involved a little raucous laughter and visual summaries between Avalanche man and myself, the not caped or masked
crusader.

The packed lift was laughing at us, avalanche man recounting his mugging yesterday in Brazil just prior to flying in, all adding to his far from quiet entry back into Australia! He had also miscommunicated his pick up time by 12 hours, so he was stuck, waiting for his son. He had been having a shocker of​ a day. He wore no eyeliner, I think that was the guts of the problem

So now I'm on the plane, the virgin hostess just took one look at me an said this one’s on the house! She passed me a Sauv Blanc, and said, it's past midday​ somewhere in the world.

Now I'm off to meet Patrica in​ Brisbane! Whoa! This eyeliner is remarkable.

So one Sudanese kid alive and well, and some inspiration from Avalanche man for having a slightly worse start to the day than me! My day was a total sucess, ending up with the best girlfriends ever!

Never underestimate​ the power of your eyeliner!

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