I peeked in the mirror before I left work and thought my face looked unusually shiny. I keep a cosmetic bag of incidentals—comb, Neosporin, bandages, mascara, pressed powder and the like—at work for emergencies. I don't use any of it often but have used all of it at least once. I pulled out the pressed powder and because I was in a hurry, I opened it and began dabbing. By the time my brain processed what it was seeing I already looked like a Kabuki performer. I grabbed a tissue and wiped it off as best I could then found a compact of powder makeup and dabbed to repair. Fortunately, I was heading to a dimly lit sports bar.
I met Eve, Paul and Blaine at a dive of a place that’s in my neighborhood and near where Eve's mom is for the next couple of weeks. The food was really good but it isn’t a place I’m in a hurry to return to. Aesthetics and wait-staff attitude aside, it was a nice couple of hours. Eve was tired and quieter than normal but Paul and Blaine were at the top of their games.
Paul has to go out of town for the day tomorrow. He asked if I would go over and walk Izzy at noon. Blaine asked Eve if he and Allison could visit her mom tomorrow afternoon. She lit up.
I’m so glad they have Blaine right now, and I’m so glad he and Allison had them.
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