I told you earlier that Destinee and I are not much alike. However, some of my life experiences are just too much fun not to pass along to her. Leslieann, Karen, Renae, and most unfortunately, Leslieann’s ex-husband can tell you the version of this story that happened to me. But here’s how it played out for our favorite Beauty Queen:
I knocked at the restroom door, and no one answered, so I opened it a hair and shimmied in. No need to expose the whole room to the toilet, so perfectly framed by the doorway. Shutting it behind me, I carried my clutch over to the sink and took out my lip gloss. I find that when I am not feeling myself, just having a moment in front of a mirror with a good lip gloss can turn my mood completely around.
I don’t know why that is. I suppose it might be because I feel fully in control of my makeup. I know I can paint myself up to look like anything I want, and when I feel out of control in every other arena, I find comfort in my travel kit.
For just a minute or two, I let myself get lost in following the lines of my lips with the fuzzy applicator. My heart rate calming as I watched them fill out and plump up with the cayenne in the gloss I was using. When I felt a little better, I put everything back into my bag and thought I should probably spend the extra few seconds it would take to avail myself of the facilities. I had been drinking water all day, and with the schedule I keep, it’s not always easy to take a break.
I took the two steps up to the toilet and laid my clutch down on the back of it, then did as one does in such a situation. I was midway to full relief when a motion caught my eye and I realized the doorknob was jiggling. “Occupied,” I called out, but the knob kept turning.
I just knew it would stop because I was sure I had locked it, but to my horror, I watched it continue to turn and then the door swung wide open. In a heartbeat, I found myself looking out over Bobbie’s wedding reception from a toilet on a platform about four feet off the ground, and then realized that Bobbie’s wedding reception was looking straight on at me. Do you know what is eye level to the average bear when someone is sitting on a toilet that is built up on a platform about four feet off the ground?
There I was, on the proverbial throne with Victoria’s Secret down around my ankles, and my own secret flashing the groom himself. I squealed and slammed my knees together so hard and so fast, I bruised them both, calling, “Hey! Shut the door!”