Questionably Fabulous

Like many of you out there, I love to people watch.  Sit me at an outdoor restaurant facing the street and it’s almost like sitting in front of a TV!  Especially if it’s warm outside and people are wearing all sorts of funny stuff.  Or in a foreign country, I cannot resist imaging what the people are thinking about or what their lives are like.  I love watching couples too.  I like to try and guess if they are on the first date or if the date is going well etc.  and I cannot help it, I laugh hysterically when people trip or when they pick a weggie or do anything somewhat embarrassing.  As a side note, I laugh at myself when I trip and often I look up to see if anyone was watching so we can laugh together.  I do pick weggies also, but I tend not to make eye contact afterwards, a lady’s gotta have some class, right?  LOL

I love people watching in London.  It’s plentiful!  And on the tube, or on the bus, there is almost nothing to do BUT people watch.  I try to remember to bring a book or magazine if I’m by myself and if the ride is long enough but if it’s just a quick 15 minutes I’m likely to just go and, well, watch. 

I’ve been caught not once, but twice starring at people.  And I’m not talking about making eye contact by accident and you smile and they smile and then it’s over with.  I mean I was seriously STARRING at these people.  Ugh.  So embarrassing! 

The first time I was caught was early in the morning (Did I mention that I don’t work? So when I say early in the morning it might be 8 am and other people are fully going to work while I’m off to hike or to volunteer somewhere.) in the midst of rush hour I somehow got a seat and I was going SO FAR up one of the underground lines that I managed to have a seat and there weren’t too many people standing up.  I was in direct eye line of a woman who looked VERY tired.  She yawned, I yawned.  She rummaged through her purse and came back out with a satchel of makeup.  I looked around the rest of the train car and wished I hadn’t been so tired that I left my book on the kitchen table.  I landed back on the woman doing her makeup and saw the standard pressed powder, blush, eye shadow etc.  I bit later as I check my phone I look up and see that she’s moved on to eye liner.  Ladies, how are you at putting on eye liner?  I personally like to think I’m a pro at the lower lid.  No problems there at all.  I can actually do it while in the car so I thought it wasn’t too strange that she was trying to put it on while on her way to work.  Then she pulled out liquid eye liner.  LIQUID EYE LINER.  Say, what?!  I can barely get it on straight when I’m standing still 6 inches from my mirror in my well light bathroom and this chick was attempting it on a subway car?  Diz-ham that is daring.  She looks up, we make eye contact, I embarrassingly look away.  But she’s putting it on while being jostled around and I’m fascinated because a) I wanna see if it goes all over her face in one jerky motion or b) she could pull it off and that would be hella impressive.  I keep looking up and quickly away so I don’t get caught again but as she moves onto the second eye I see that no only is the first eye decorated with a thin straight line, but she’s done that cool cat eye swoop out that is in style now.  I can’t pull that off to save my life and it looks beautiful on her!  I think I actually opened my mouth in surprise and quite quickly she finishes the second eye and looks up, seeing me, mouth agape.  So special. 

You’d think I’d have learned my lesson…  but NO!

So last Friday I basically get caught doing THE SAME THING.  Same situation, a girl doing her makeup pulls out liquid eye liner and does the job without any problems on the tube.  It’s gotta be a London talent.  This girl, however, didn’t notice me looking at her at all.  Instead a guy sitting a few seats down must have been people watching me while I was people watching her.  Cause as I see that she’s successfully done an ah-mah-zing job on her eyes, my mouth again, was open in surprise.  And the guy across starts laughing at me.  And I don’t mean smiling at himself, I mean fully laughing and looking at me and giving me an expression like “I caught you starring at that girl and look how impressed you are!” 

I suppose I deserved it.  But I couldn’t help feeling very Questionably Fabulous walking off and back home.