Time Outs and Outings: Betties & Greasers Makeovers and Night on the Town

Things got a little out of hand.  It’s been a… ride of a week.  If I had a time machine I would erase that one moment.. that one silly text that really.

I hadn’t been classy.

As it would turn out though, it was perfect timing.  Friday nights silly joking around text escalated into another defcon level.  It was time for a bit of a time out.  Hopefully it’s not a game over.  Only time will tell though.

Saturday was the much anticipated Betties and Greasers makeover and night on the town.  A stunning gal named miss Stephanie hosted a girls night of pampering and pinup morphing, dinner, and then drinks.  There were a limited amount of spots as it was hosted in her own home and all done by her and two other women.

It was exactly what the doctor ordered.

I called that I would be arriving a little bit late to the festivities.  I wanted to finish some things before I headed out.  I arrived to come in and see a sea of women, cupcakes, cocktails, makeup, and hair supplies.  It was something out of a 50s dream.

Bite size

Bite size

“I’m not going to be drinking tonight” I told the hostess.

“That’s ok you can drink some Coke with me.  I don’t drink.”

You didn’t need to drink with this group.  It was absolutely wonderful.

My mother is a cosmotician and never taught me all about this stuff.  I saw the world of Steel Magnolias and looked upon my grandmother’s old photos with a bit of envy.

I grew up a tomboy.  I knew next to nothing about these stories of womanhood before coming to California and being taught them by my “shallow” cousins. Even still, I know very little about it.

Stephanie prepares hair

Stephanie prepares hair

A sea of women all pampering eachother.  Talking about boys, and well none of anyone else’s business.  It was great fun and wholesome for the most part.  I sipped soy milk in a red cup as others drank champagne, water, coke, and other assorted bevies.

Stephanie and Jennifer handled the  hair duty.  Libby took care of everyone’s makeup.  The rest of us chattered and painted eachother’s nails.

Libby does Roubis makeup

Libby does Roubi's makeup

The night continued post makeup and hair to dinner at C & O Cucina to meet some of the boy yelpers.

It’s a little Italian dinner off Washington Boulevard near Marina Del Rey.  The space was accomodating and appetizers of garlic knots flowed as we waited with great anticipation for the remainder of the entourage to arrive so we could finally get the rest of the evening started.

Time is beauty and it took a little bit more for the hostess and the rest of the girls to get there.  Slowly but surely they all trickled in.

I sipped my glass of water with lemon as our party sipped sangrias, stella and wine.

“Jena don’t you want to have a beer or something?’ one of the guys asked me.

“No thank you my ass is plenty big enough.  I don’t need a drink to have fun.”

We ate gnocchi, tortellini, triangle ravoli.  It wasn’t the greatest, but it wasn’t the worst.  A photo opportunity came about for all of the girls to get together near the end of dinner.

Group shot

Group shot

As you can tell, I felt a little bit awkward in a way.  To be honest, despite the makeover, I still felt a little out of place.  All of the girls are so beautiful.  They really didn’t need all of the makeup to make them so.  It’s something that I am personally figuring out the reasons as to why I worry so much.  Ah burlesque may help with that.  But that’s another story.

The night would continue on to a rockabilly style bar.  I would arrive late however, due to randomly running into a friend as we were leaving the restaurant.

I had a cozy little talk with my friends- chatting about various real life issues and about the museum festivities that I’d missed due to being out with the group.  I finished up and then met the girls a bit later.

At the bar, the party was in full swing.  I came prepared with my “bag of tricks” and there were quite a few surprises.  Many libations were had by many.  I sipped my water.

All in all, the night ended splendidly.  It was an evening of swell dames, keen but chicken rat pack boys, and much smiles and laughter.

And while I’m wishing that it hadn’t started out the way it did… and perhaps… well…

You really should have been there.  I’m sure you would have had a great time.

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