But this was my first time.
Prior to our Mexico trip, I finally decided to woman up and got myself a wax.
Basically ALL of my friends have gotten themselves waxed up. I decided I needed to try it for myself. And why not before a major vacay?
And I knew I would be in some compromising positions, during this painful process.
But this is what women do, right?
I walked into Rain Salon, a nervous wreck. But as soon as I met Anni, I immediately liked her.
Thank God, right? I mean what if I didn't like her? That would've been terrible.
She asked me to get undressed - pants, panties, boots, but leave my socks on - damn, this girl gets right to business, doesn't she?
I waited for her to exit the room so I could get undressed, but she didn't leave. It took me a while before I realized I would be getting undressed while she was in the room. No time to be shy. Made sense being that in a few minutes I would be at my most vulnerable.
She told me she was going to start with the part that hurts the worst. Um, thanks? But in reality it made sense. Or at least it did in my head.
After the first two strips, I considered throwing in the towel. I wanted to stop her, tell her thanks for the experience, but that I was going back to the razor.
Wax, pat, rip. Wax, pat, rip.
Legs up. Get on all fours. Hold here. Press there. She was giving orders and I was complying.
Finally, the last strip was ripped off my screaming skin. I had talked, winced, held my breath and grinded my teeth through the entire hour process.
Then, it was done. And I was taking in her handy work.
I must say, she had a very soothing voice. She was very friendly. And I loved her Irish accent. We talked the.entire.time. It helped actually.
I got dressed, scheduled my next appointment - four weeks from the day - and like that I was done...and immediately called Nick to review the entire process.
The results:
Fast forward to vacation - it was beyond glorious being able to get up, shower and not worry about shaving. No razor burn to contend with. No fuss. Since I got both a Brazilian and full leg, all I had to worry about was my under arms. Easy peasy.
What was I waiting for all of this time?
My mom asked me the other day what I thought and I told her 100% she needed to plan it before her next vacation. I don't know if she will do it - I mean, I have been "talking" about doing it for years now - but if she does, I guarantee she will feel the same way I do. I gave her the very detailed account of my experience, your welcome for not going into the down and dirty here. Well, kind of.
There you have it. My waxing experience. Nothing like a little TMI, a lot of pain and just laying it out there for the world to read.
I waited for her to exit the room so I could get undressed, but she didn't leave. It took me a while before I realized I would be getting undressed while she was in the room. No time to be shy. Made sense being that in a few minutes I would be at my most vulnerable.
She told me she was going to start with the part that hurts the worst. Um, thanks? But in reality it made sense. Or at least it did in my head.
After the first two strips, I considered throwing in the towel. I wanted to stop her, tell her thanks for the experience, but that I was going back to the razor.
Wax, pat, rip. Wax, pat, rip.
Legs up. Get on all fours. Hold here. Press there. She was giving orders and I was complying.
Finally, the last strip was ripped off my screaming skin. I had talked, winced, held my breath and grinded my teeth through the entire hour process.
Then, it was done. And I was taking in her handy work.
I must say, she had a very soothing voice. She was very friendly. And I loved her Irish accent. We talked the.entire.time. It helped actually.
I got dressed, scheduled my next appointment - four weeks from the day - and like that I was done...and immediately called Nick to review the entire process.
The results:
Fast forward to vacation - it was beyond glorious being able to get up, shower and not worry about shaving. No razor burn to contend with. No fuss. Since I got both a Brazilian and full leg, all I had to worry about was my under arms. Easy peasy.
What was I waiting for all of this time?
My mom asked me the other day what I thought and I told her 100% she needed to plan it before her next vacation. I don't know if she will do it - I mean, I have been "talking" about doing it for years now - but if she does, I guarantee she will feel the same way I do. I gave her the very detailed account of my experience, your welcome for not going into the down and dirty here. Well, kind of.
There you have it. My waxing experience. Nothing like a little TMI, a lot of pain and just laying it out there for the world to read.
Natasha // Darci // April // Christina |
{one}
Relive my first trimester. Not only tired all the time and puking, but with every tom, dick and harry thinking it's ok to just approach me and touch my belly at the very moment they find out I'm with child.
{two}
Present to a room full of my peers at work, only to realize I'm completely naked, not them like I was picturing in my mind. And not only that, but said wax obviously hadn't happened, so you can imagine the sight.
{three}
To live a life without Friends. Not only have I been an addict when it was on TV back in the 90s, but these days I watch at least four episodes a week. Suffice it to say I know every single line. (Could I BE wearing any more clothes?)
{four}
Drink a gallon of ice water without a straw. If there is anything a girl with sensitive teeth hates more, it's ice water and it is the most painful when you're missing a straw. Just trust me.
{five}
Sit in traffic for three hours. Omaha traffic. Some of you may think there is no such thing, and there really isn't, unless there is a snowstorm or accident...and traffic when the general public isn't used to traffic is waaaay worse than when people expect it on the daily.Happy Friday...do yourself a favor and have an amazing weekend!