30 is too damn old to not know how to put my face on. So while I am still 29 (and, like, eleven and a half twelfths), boo and I went to the MAC store and got our faces did.
The gal was like, What do you need help with? And we were like, Um? Everything. But we don't want to look whorish. But we do want to look pulled together. But we don't even really know how to put foundation on, and eye make-up has always baffled me.
We look like fancy bitches.
Ricky Martin helped, btw.