Shiny, Pretty People

Have you ever felt really good about how you looked when you left the house, all shiny and pretty, and then gotten around other people--shinier people, prettier people--and felt a little less good about yourself?

You'd think I'm fairly used to this feeling. I grew up with a sister who was not only beautiful, but likeable. Lovable. People wanted to be around her. And why wouldn't they? She's a hoot, kids. Hell, even her husband (a catch if ever there was one) has gotten so used to all the attention to get that he just shrugs it off. Good man, that one.

Anyway, I was at the wedding of a dear friend recently and EVERYONE there was shiny and pretty. I love them dearly, so there's no jealousy, but let's just say that pictures don't lie. Let's examine, shall we? ROLL that beautiful bean footage!

Here's the lovely Tina. Georgeous. Tina's hair is so goddamn shiny I can see my reflection in it, the (beautiful, lucky) bitch. And she's hilariously, self-deprecatingly funny. And smart. Damn:

And here's Jen. Best body in the world, great dresser, adorable laugh, crazy smart. That's how you do it, bitches:

And then there's Lacey. Where do I start? Eyes blue enough to swim in, blinding smile, and so funny you'll pee your pants. Bow down:

All these pictures were taken the same day. Don't these girls look shiny and pretty? How did I look, you ask?

And because no photo album is complete unless someone has a little string of spit going from the top lip to the bottom lip:

And, lest you think this is selective editing just to make a point, trust me when I tell you it is not.

Anyhow, here are the four of us together, looking as shiny and pretty as we can. WERQ it guuuurrrrllllls!