My brilliant plan.
I swear that the plan really was to go and see 'Sweeney Todd' tonight. I wasn't particularly psyched for it, but all the people I've talked to about it have given it rave reviews, in spite of their initial doubts. So I was hoping to go and be impressed.
I took an hour and a half getting ready. With a limited wardrobe it's hard to come up with a consistent, co-ordinated and fresh outfit, and I like to try on lots of clothes in various combinations. Then there's the make-up to do, clearly. The joke goes the a 'basic look' for a woman is foundation, powder, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and lip gloss. 'Natural' indeed. That's pretty much everything that goes onto my face before I go out, with a few extras. Moisturiser(to keep the powder from looking dusty - male skin is not so good at blending), eye primer(an attempt to combat the lid-hiding effects of the larger brow), and an extra layer of foundation and powder on my top lip(guess why). Then there's hair to manage. Sideburns to suddenly remember, and shave. Then conceal.
All told, I think cutting my prep-time to ninety minutes is impressive.
I'd been dying my hair today, and had to do it twice(and it's still not perfick) which left me low on time. By the time I was all finished, I had fifteen minutes to make it to the cinema, which is a fine amount of time for the job. I sat down to quickly last-minute-check Facebook(have to whenever I leave the room) and, while the page refreshed, my tongue absently played with my lip piercing.
I noticed the it was looser than usual, and when I pulled my tongue away, the bar came with it. Which meant the ball had fallen off of the end. Which isn't good.
I scanned my lap - not there, not was it down the sides of my chair(although there are a lot of crumbs there, which is gross). It had to be somewhere on the dark-blue floor. I looked frantically, the minutes ticking away. After quarter of an hour, I resigned myself to the fact the I would not be seeing a film tonight, and got heavy duty on the search.
I pulled over a desk lamp. Used the torch on my phone. Moved around furniture to look behind tables. I even had to dig through my bin, in case it landed there. It didn't, but it turns out there's been a piece of cheese in there for three days.
Finally, I gave up. I knew that I couldn't keep the bar in overnight without the ball keeping it secured - I would be in danger of swallowing it. I could take the hoop from one of my ears, but then that hole would heal overnight. So it came to a choice - ear, or lip. Which piercing did I want to lose?
But then, a flash of inspirado. I saw my camera on the shelf, and came up with a brilliant plan.
To be continued...