Last Friday- August 17, on that rainy evening, i attended what was supposed to be the final Out magazine party for the season. Being the final party, it was definitely much better than the others in terms of crow, good looking people and of course the alcohol- Kettle One, being the sponsor. So as usual with these magazine parties, there are a bunch of sponsors with their booths trying to entice party goers with their products and services as well as sweepstakes entries etc.
Amongst the prizes raffled away that evening was a $5000 worth of plastic surgery of your choice. I didn’t think much about it and since the company I was with decided to fill up the form, I thought why not? So I entered my name and contact info etc. As it was Kevin’s birthday that day, after a couple of apple martinis, followed by a few Kettle One vodkas with tonic, we decided to leave the party- albeit elegantly happy.
i thought nothing about the event till yesterday afternoon, I received a call in my office from a chap named Keith. According to Keith, I had won the $5k plastic surgery prize. For a moment I was gobsmacked, I mean huh? I won what? I supposed I was so lost in the amazement of the moment for winning something I never thought about that my response to Keith over the phone was less than enthusiastic. I think I am the worst prize winner ever. I wasn’t shouting or jumping up and down; nor was I doing the OMG! I cannot believe it and have tears running down my cheeks. In fact, I did very little.
I politely thanked him while I processed the news in my head. Just to be sure I wasn’t being on camera, I took down his information for verification, and asked if I can gift the prize to someone. He said he will check and get back to me about it.
Now, i haave to admit this is the first time I have won a prize that huge in amount. It was totally unexpected like the way a surprise is meant to be.
That evening, I went to the gyym and lifted since my butt is still sore from spinning the night before. I looked at every Chelsea queen around me wondering what I want to do with my prize winning. Iit wasn’t till I was done and was standing in the shower when I had an epiphany. I am actually happy with the way I am now- the way i look in particular. Unless the prize has a 10 year expiration date, right now I am considering about gifting it to a child who needs some work done so that he or she can lead a normal life.
To tell the truth i am actually happy to realise that i am happy with the way i look. Of course I can find whatever flaws i want to find, but I like my flaws. They define my humanity.
This will have to be a thought I need to revisit in 10 years. Who knows by then, I may actually want to go under the knife?