Putting your glass of champagne papi down at a vacation party is like turning your back on a creep baby or property the Apple TV remote out of your sight: at intervals the span of 2 seconds, max, that bubbly/baby/remote are going to be gone.
Rumor has it that this terribly development was the catalyst behind red lipstick as a vacation party staple. One genius hypochondriac was disgusted losing her drink instantly amid a ocean of alcoholic beverages in identical drankwear at each fête she attended from Dec first till the New Year — year when year.
“I suppose this one’s yours” (*holds up random ass glass*) wasn't adequate for the neurotic she World Health Organization lived in worry of backwashed germs and customary colds.
“Just go get another” was wasteful.
And so, she started swiping red on her lips in order that she’d stain her glass and therefore stake claim in her cocktail.
