Blake Lively just turned 27, but it seems her “bee-day” was a less than happy one because she was attacked by thousands of them while shooting content for her lifestyle website, Preserve… which is where she shared the following story:
I spent the week leading up to my big day shooting content for Preserve’s coming months. (I can’t wait to share what we captured with you.) Just yesterday, the final day of the shoot, I felt an electric shock of energy– was it excitement that I was about to turn another year older? Was it nerves? Why did it feel like agony? I like getting older… I think.
But this felt terrible. Does your butt quite suddenly (and painfully) deflate when you turn 27? Because mine hurt like hell …then my neck, back, legs and forehead. And oh my hands! They were shriveling. It felt like I was being shot by dozens of tiny invisible darts. I felt like the Wicked Witch, melting, melting, burning, melting.
As it happens, I wasn’t being greeted by the onset of spontaneous aging, but rather a full-fledged bee day. Attacked. All over. Everywhere.
I don’t know enough about insects to say if they were wasps, honeybees or Mother Nature’s miniature flying tasers. What I DO know, is that just moments before we were in the midst of a gorgeous fall fashion shoot. Now, I was a Monty Python sketch; running at top speed in no particular direction, whipping my arms and h ands around like I’d just discovered they were growing out of my shoulders without my previous knowledge. There was a terrible sound piercing the air too… I was later informed this sound had emanated from my very own mouth. I’d prefer to never hear it again. Along with everybody else on the East Coast.
I was shaken. I was swollen. I had to stop what I was doing to recuperate and/or shrink.
In case you just can’t bear not knowing what happened next, Blake apparently “looked for the nearest vanilla cake and decorated it”, because I suppose if you’re rich and famous, you just have vanilla cakes sitting around all the time.
I know literally next to nothing about Blake Lively, so can any of you shed light on whether she’s always been this fucking smarmy? She’s making Gwyneth Paltrow look tame, here. Make it stop.
She has *always* irritated me for some reason, and this cute-sy artsy blog writing like she’s a 17-year old with her head in the creative writing clouds needs to stop. Uggghhhhh.
She can’t tell the difference between a wasp and a bee. Really? My 4 year old can.