Emergency beauty protocols

Carmen showed up at 6:45am looking like she’d wrestled with a mascara wand and lost spectacularly. Apparently her bathroom light burned out mid-application and she finished in the dark. The result was less “smoky eye” and more “survived a minor explosion.”

Emergency beauty protocols

Naturally, she commandeered our bathroom mirror while I made coffee and tried to pretend I was awake. Twenty minutes of careful Q-tip work later, we’d achieved something that wouldn’t scare small children. Jake wandered in just as I was doing the final touch-ups, probably wondering why his apartment had become a beauty salon.

Friendship means emergency mascara assistance at 7am

This is what happens when your workout partner decides to schedule a 7am gym session after a late night. Carmen’s dedication to looking presentable even while deadlifting is both admirable and slightly concerning. At least she knows where to find emergency backup.