...I'm a big loser. I'm sure all of you are nodding your heads in agreement wondering where the news is in this statement, but before you fools get ahead of yourselves, I have an announcement to make: I did not win the Chanel Rouge Coco Shine and Teen Vogue contest.
I did create an awesome video with a lot of help from the ever-fabulous Steven Walsh, and I did become a top-5 finalist in this incredible nationwide contest, and I did win 18 lipsticks from the Chanel Rouge Coco Shine collection, but simply put, it felt like an enormous punch in the gut to receive an e-mail that said I did not win an entirely free dream vacation to Paris to see the Chanel spring 2012 collection, visit Coco's apartment, meet very important people, and get featured in Teen Vogue for the whole thing. Let's just say I got my hopes up a little too high; I may have even counted my chickens before they hatched. Sigh.
I pouted like a little baby brat for an afternoon, but decided that I just needed to get over it later that night (while I was in an excellent mood from seeing one of my favorite bands, Locksley, on the Terrace for FREE while sitting at a comfortable table with my boyfriend, totally capable of seeing the whole concert without some horrid person stepping on me and pushing me the entire night. Also, lots of stars were visible in the usually black Madison sky, and, no joke, I saw a shooting star. It felt like a hug from God himself).
My mom, ever the great comforter, knew just how to take care of me when I saw her the weekend after I found out I lost the greatest contest ever by calling me "Sammy Second Place Luterbach." I actually did laugh at this because it is entirely true; I always get second place. Second place is AWESOME because it is so close to first, but after receiving second place so many times, you start to wish you would get absolute last place instead just so you couldn't even come close to tasting the grandness of whatever contest/competition you're in. Call me a brat all you want, but just wait until you feel second place someday; give me a call when this happens. You will need someone who understands, and I will be there for you, no doubt covered in red ribbons.
Anyway, when I agreed with my mom about my second place status in life, she quickly added, "Except for that prom queen fluke," alluding to the fact that I was indeed prom queen my senior year of high school and that it really was rather odd seeing as how I was not in the "popular crowd." How could I be when I wore sequins and high heels to school instead of Abercrombie and Hollister? "Prom queen fluke" statment accepted. Steven (who I previously referred to as "the ever-fabulous." I take it back.) chimed in without missing a beat, "Third party effect." He further explained that he thought the only reason I won prom queen was because the other girls I was up against were all from the previously mentioned "popular crowd" and that split their vote. I got all the other votes, I guess. Thanks, Steve.
Ok, but now it's out there that I lost. I wish the winner all the luck in the world, and hope that nothing interferes with her trip of a lifetime, but just in case it does, I will be checking my inbox and Spam folder everyday if the lovely people at Teen Vogue have to inform me that I have been picked to take her place.