Pretty Perfect Perfection

This past Sunday, our flight from Newark to Miami was delayed. We were supposed to depart at 5:25 on Flight 1643 -thanks Expedia for failing to mention our flight number had changed and sending me into a tailspin of panic, but our departure time was changed so many times we didn't end up boarding the plane until 10, and taking off until 10:30. That's a five hour difference, my friends, AND I had to work the next morning.

Luckily, J. and I had checked our departure time before arriving to the airport and were able to chill out at his brother's house instead of at the airport. J.'s a smoker, blech, gross. And I know that if he had been cooped up for five hours plus a three hour flight without nicotine, all hell would've broken loose.

Anyway, although I had washed my hair the previous night, I hadn't had time to blow dry it, so it looked a little frizzy. That coupled with the fact that I was wearing softees, a Victoria's Secret Pink collegiate t-shirt, my converse, and a hoodie, meant that I wasn't looking my best. I was obviously dressed for comfort. Some of the people on my flight were in their pajamas. And, I'm not talking toddlers. I'm talking grown ass people traveling in their jammies.

I mean, I wasn't hideous, but I would've definitely hidden if I would've seen someone I knew. My mom always says you should go out dressed as if you are going to run into an ex-boyfriend. Well, none of my ex-boyfriends live in the tri-state area.

So, as I am waiting for our flight, I see this girl. You know, the kind that always looks effortlessly put together. The way you want to look, but only end up looking like on a very good hair day. And it's not that she's perfect, but that she's imperfectly perfect. And, jeez it's annoying. She was wearing jeans, a white tank, and a black cardigan. She had on one of those huge, super chic watches. Her hair was impeccably straight, like if she had just ironed it, but not really because it didn't look too done, and it was casually thrown back in a ponytail. She carried a really big orange leather purse, which on someone less fabulous would've looked cheap. And this is the clincher -a red CNN bag. A red frickin' CNN bag. And she made it look uber cool. Like, all of a sudden I really wanted a CNN bag.

And I so want to be that girl! I make every attempt. Highlights? Check. Mani/Pedi? Check. Cute clothes? Check. Oversize bag? Check. But somehow, it never adds up. And that's okay, I guess. In the end, it's not so bad being this girl. The one I am.