The One Where Joe Namath Wears Your Granddad's Coat and Looks Incredible

Yesterday, being Super Bowl Sunday, I did what any normal red-blooded American woman would do in preparation for the event. No, I did not buy chicken wings. No, I did not make crock pot cheese dip. No, I did not start drinking beers at 10 AM on the lawn with my neighbors. Instead, I attended a free (FREE) smoky eye makeup class at Sephora. 

Let's start at the very beginning. A very good place to start. A couple weeks ago, I was looking at some stuff on Pinterest about makeup and I was pinning a couple how-to videos when I thought to myself, "Hmm. I wonder if they do classes on this stuff with real live people at Sephora or Ulta or MAC or whatever." So I investigate. And lo and behold, Sephora has started offering free classes at several locations near me. I don't think they've rolled them out at all Sephora stores yet, but I think they're planning to eventually. Check out if they are near you here: Linkety Link to Sephora.com

So I took a bright eye makeup class last week, which was very fun and I got to learn how to both do bright bold eyeliner and a bold allover eye, and how to do my eyeliner the right way all the time regardless of the color. Then yesterday was smoky eye. Super fun! I recommend checking the classes out because 1) they are free, 2) they provide all of the materials and makeup for you, 3) they have multiple people there demo-ing and then helping you if you have questions or can't seem to figure out a technique they demonstrated, and 4) you don't feel pressured into buying anything but you do have private shopping time with just the other people in the class when there are no other people in the store, because who wants to shop at Sephora during normal hours when it looks like this:

Pic courtesy of KasumiKriss' blog

Here is my before/after (and yes, I took these pictures of myself in the store and felt like a complete idiot). The left is normal daytime look, and the right is obvs smoky eye. I don't know why I look like I'm trying to seduce you/get you to give me your credit card in the second picture. I guess that's what happens when I put dark eye makeup on.

So, when I was done with those shenanigans, I headed over to Ange and Monica's along with Shelly for a Super Bowl viewing. 

Monica (on the left) and Ange (on the right)

Shelly, AKA Slopper

Yes, I actually ended up watching the game, but we also had an in-depth discussion about the possible long-term developmental effects that can occur when one is a professional athlete and the implications those have for one's mental and emotional growth. #geeks

I think my favorite part of the day was when Shelly said something about having to memorize plays and routes as a football player and Monica, dead serious, replies "Yeah, that's how I feel about SPSS." (In case you are not familiar with SPSS, you should praise Jesus you've never had to learn that statistics software.) 

For the record, we were rooting for the Seahawks. I chose them because Calla and her husband Jack are giant Seahawks fans and I felt like I should honor them.

They were so happy!

Also... the cookies I baked for our "party" were tasty and thank god because they gave me some grief when I was baking them the other night...

Yeah, that's flour all over everything. Which made me think of:

Also, can we talk about the abundance of interesting outerwear that was on display at this event? First, Joe Namath! (Was he drunk?)

Second, the puffy coats everyone was wearing on the sidelines, in the back of the picture below!

Third, Bruno Mars!

I have actively disliked Bruno Mars ever since I read this interview with him in GQ, so in my opinion, this halftime show was as boring as the rest of the Super Bowl, but I may be a tiny bit biased. Plus... Beyonce he was not. I barely watched any of the commercials (too busy discussing peak experience and other such ideas) so I can't even really comment on those. Let me know if you had a favorite. Here's hoping next year's Super Bowl will be a better match up and that Peyton Manning has a good therapist because he's gonna need one. 

The One Where We Talk About Beyonce

Before we really get going here, let me just say I thought Queen B KILLED IT during the Super Bowl Halftime Show. Sorry, the Pepsi Super Bowl XLVII Halftime Show at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome. So, you have three choices. 

1) You can say "GIRL, you're CRAZY. That was TERRIBLE." And keep reading anyway.
2) You can say "GIRL, you're CRAZY. That was TERRIBLE." And stop reading.
3) You can say "GIRL, you're RIGHT!" And keep reading.

Continue as you must. 

Let me state by saying that I've never been a huge fan of Beyonce's. I feel like she does too many unnecessary vocal rifts that can border on screechy in some of her songs (prime examples: Ave Maria and Emotion). I fear she is a giant, enormous diva in real life who demands the air around her be a stable 76 degrees at all times and if you look at her the wrong way, you're fired. I wish I knew more about her and Jay-Z as a couple, which translates into I wish she was less private about her private life. Also, this: 

I don't really trust anyone who names their offspring after types of fruit (I'M LOOKING AT YOU, GWYNETH) or crayons.

That being said, she has won me over with her INSANE weave and killer Sasha Fierce eyes. Lest we forget, here is a link to the video of her performance: 

I love how the announcer, at the very beginning, says, "And we are just seconds away from the arrival of Beyonce." Because EVERY PERSON who is watching this knows who she is. I'm pretty sure you'd have to be blind and deaf with a terribly boring Anne Sullivan to not know who she is. I can't even FATHOM what it must be like to be her. But I sure would like to find out! 

So after I watched this, I immediately thought "I must get myself to the gym!" so that's where I headed. And proceeded to listen to Beyonce and Destiny's Child songs throughout my entire workout. In case you're wondering, my favorite Beyonce song is Schoolin' Life. If you haven't heard it, you must. It pumps me up every single time I listen it. I could be doing the dishes and this song will come on and I'll be like "YEAH! DISHES!" And they get done 14% faster, I swear. 

I am also an enormous fan of the Destiny's Child song Survivor. Not that I've really experienced a lot of hardship in my life (hi, I grew up in a white, upper-middle-class household) but whenever I listen to this song, I'm all like "YEAH! I AM a survivor! Gonna surround myself with POSITIVE THINGS! GAIN that PROSPERITY!"

And, of course, when it's just one of those days when the entire universe and everyone in it is annoying you, I always relate to Bug-A-Boo. "YEAH! You DO make me wanna tell MCI to cut the phone cord! SO WHAT you bought me a pair of shoes!"

Also, can we talk for a hot second about all the different versions of Destiny's Child there have been?

Version 1:

Version 2:

That doesn't even look like Beyonce in the middle. It's an alien impostor!

Version 3:

I tried to read the entire Wikipedia article about the group, so I could determine why the lineup changed so much, but it was very lengthy. Slash I am lazy. Regardless, the length of the article fuels my deep-seated fear of Beyonce's potential divaness. But for now, I am still convinced she is awesome. HATERS TO THE LFET.