Pushing buttons

I was part of the team that did makeup for a Schwarzkopf hair show. Francois Nel was the key makeup artist and would give us the brief for each look and then demo the look on a model. Call time was 5-frikken-am, in Midrand. The night before, Francois had insisted I be at an event he was part of so we both only had about an hour and a half of sleep. We were tired. We were cranky. Where was the damn coffee? We were both irritable. And then I got past the irritable phase and got to the overtired, stupid phase.

Francois: Okay guys this look is very natural, I want you to lightly emphasise the facial hair, I don't want it very prominent, on stage it must just look like 5 o'clock shadow

Remember I was in the overtired,stupid phase. I completed my look and took the model for inspection.

Me: *snicker snicker* Francois is this okay?

One day that man is going to murder me.

Moooooooo!

I know this computer geek (okay fine I admit he's actually my friend and we call him the gross wine guy - thats a story for another day), anyhoo we were at a friends house and he offered to make coffee.
His face lit up and his teeth sparkled like a colgate ad as he handed me my mug and said 'you get the cow mug because you're a mook up artist... moo cup... get it?'

*laughs and coffee snorts all around*

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