Hotel California, NYC

Through the thickness of a European accent, he professed, ‘I could listen to your voice all night…’ He then asked, if I would sing him a song.  I warned him of the potential tragedy likely to ensue.  Yet tickled, and a little flattered, I reluctantly obliged his request. ‘ So, what song should we sing?’ I asked.  He looked at me, and replied, “Hotel California…”

One iTunes download later, and a quick Google search for lyrics, we stumbled through the melody of a classic…and lived one of those awesomely random, unforgettable New York moments…

The memory of that night was reignited by the name of an über rich, super pigmented , high-shine gloss with the perfect punch of opaque.  Its sheer enough to complement a smoky eye, and strong enough to stand alone.  How fortuitous this Becca Ultimate Colour Gloss is aptly named Hotel California…Ahhhh, life is but a theme.

Herzlich,

FACEMAID

'…There she stood in the doorway...'

‘…There she stood in the doorway…’

'…Welcome to the Hotel California...'

‘…Welcome to the Hotel California…’

'….Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way...'

‘….Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way…’

'…I saw shimmering light...

‘…I saw shimmering light…

…I had to stop for the night...

…I had to stop for the night…

'…Such a lovely face...'

‘…Such a lovely face…’

'…Such a lovely place...'

‘…Such a lovely place…’

 

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