18.2.09

The worst part? I had to pay to be tortured.


In my preparation for the impending trip to Mexico (2 sleeps...), I decided to venture out and do something my girlfriends suggested I have done: get a brazilian wax. Well, easier said than done.

I went at lunch today to get the ol' deed done. I was given a dab of 'scream cream' to "rub on your parts" and a pat on the back before I headed into the room of doom.

Mean Wax Lady - Take off your pants and your panties and lay on the bed with your legs open.
Me - Um...
Mean Wax Lady - Comes back and very quickly dabs wax on a strip of my hoo-ha. Then, she takes a piece of fabric and pats it down, stroking it about three times. Then, without warning - RRRRIIIIPPPP
Me - HOLY MOTHER OF SWEET JESUS
Mean Wax Lady - laughing, smirking - mocking me
Me - Mommmm...

I screamed, I had tears, I had tried pulling myself away from the wax. Needless to say, it was 20 minutes I will never forget. I will never do it again. Ever. EVER. No matter what you say - and this means you Jessica, Karen, Danielle and Ashley!

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