(That's a tiny shot of the small city where we stayed for Blissdom. Population: One trillion.)I have GOT to take a moment to give a huge shout-out to my guardian angel, Marguarite. (As I was leaving the session with my medium, she said, “You know you have a guardian angel, right? Her name is Marguarite. She takes good care of you.”)
Well, she kicks BUTT. And, as most of you know, she has her work cut out for her. I keep her on her toes DAILY, and am often reminded of her presence.
While attending the writing conference (Blissdom) in Nashville, I was given a task by Bitchy and Sassy.
“PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE bring us make-up. If there are any sponsors there with make-up, we would LOVE some.”
Imagine my delight that morning when I noticed several lovely young ladies setting up a Cover Girl booth right outside the Presidential Ballroom on the first day of the conference! After talking with an amazing girl named Brooke Austin, I learned that they were preparing the booth to give “smoky-eye makeovers” to those of us who were patient enough to wait in line.
The demonstration wasn’t slotted to begin until around 4:00, and it was 10:00 a.m. I couldn’t help but keep track of their progress as the day unfolded, and took advantage of every opportunity to BEG the girls for make-up. They were very polite each and every time they denied me.
I was so obsessed with trying to get make-up, that I was driving my roommates and the girls at the booth CRAZY. (Mothers of teen girls, you KNOW that we need all the help we can get in keeping these hormonal teens human.)
In the end I stood in line with the throngs of excited woman, made some new friends and enjoyed a fun make-over. I was resigned to the fact that free Cover Girl make-up was not in the cards. I was comforted by the fact that Harry Connick Jr. was going to be singing to us later that night.
I was awakened the next morning by one of my very excited roommates, Melanie.
“Vodkamom, GUESS WHAT? You know there are 9,000 rooms in this monster of a hotel, right? There are many wings, restaurants, shops, conference rooms, rivers and BOAT RIDES! Well, guess what? Last night I discovered that the Cover Girl Reps that you’ve been stalking are in the room next door. NEXT DOOR TO US!”
“WHAT????????????” I screamed like a little girl on Christmas morning who’d found a PONY under her tree!
“I said, the Cover Girl reps are NEXT DOOR.”
I FLEW out of the bed, grabbed the LAST TWO BOTTLES of product that my incredible sponsor had sent to the conference, and decided that perhaps a trade was in order!
I ran out into the hall, said a prayer and knocked.
The two lovely ladies who answered were thrilled with the trade, and happy to hand over the last of some samples they hadn’t used the previous day.
And Marguariate? When I see you (which I hope will be years from now) I am giving you a huge, huge, huge kiss!!
Sometimes life has a funny way of working out.
