While my makeup was probably better executed, (hey, I'm a painter...) James's worked a lot better. This is because he happens to have absolutely gorgeous almost-waist-length hair. It is hair to make teenage girls weep. It is hair-band quality (although James is rather more metal.) Generally it's in a ponytail, but he took it down for this.
I turned around, saw him, and uttered a phrase no one should have to utter--"Oh my god, I married Rob Zombie."
Or, as a friend said at the party, "You have the potential to terrify a lot of small children with that..."
So that was a hit. And now my skin is as dry as the Sahara, and I may never get the putty out of my eyebrows.