And then there were none

Yesterday was a great day, for many reasons. I got to spend time with my husband and some of our closest friends, and I tried something new. I wasn't sure if I was going to post about this but it turns out I just can't resist. I've never been one to be embarrassed to talk.

The morning started out the same as every Saturday. Coffee, 9am, at Pete's with Debi and Cathy. It's become a ritual now and I love it. After 1-2 hours of gabbing outside in the beautiful California spring weather, we drive a bit down the road to the farmer's market. We make our produce purchases and part ways for the weekend.

But not this weekend.

After the market we headed to Ulta because we had appointments to get makeovers. Debi and I wanted to learn how to do a smok(e)y eye for the few times we go out at night. My girl sucked. I should have known based on her own makeup. Anyway, I ended up taking most of it off as soon as she was done (although not in front of her). Debi's girl did a great job so I'll have to ask Debi to pass on the pointers.

Soon after we were made over, the three musketeers headed to .... dun dun dun ... the European Wax Center. Because I was inspired by my two sexy friends to just suck it up and wax myself. Since they both do it regularly, I was the only one who needed attention and I was nervous beyond belief once we got there.

I'll try to spare you as many gory details as I can. So my name was called and I made my way back into the little room. The lady that would be getting up close and personal with me told me to strip bare from the waist down. I thought she'd leave the room. Nope. So I repeated my mantra over and over in my head "She looks at vaginas all the time. You're just another vagina." I was secretly hoping I never see her out in public. She asked me if I wanted a full bikini (which is all hair gone but the butt strip) or a Brazilian (which is everything gone). I opted for the full bikini for the first time out. I'm not sure I'm ready for the butt strip.

I was shaking. I wasn't nervous about her seeing my parts, I get over that quickly, but worried of what I knew was coming. P-A-I-N. I lay on the table in the "butterfly" position with my hands gripping the top of the head rest behind my head. Then came the wax. It was really warm and I could feel it slide all around. She did one side, then she did the other. I was waiting for her to put the paper on. Silly expectations. Instead of putting the paper on, she started feeling the wax on the first side and then ripped away. I wasn't ready for it and screamed a little. My nerves were on fire. Same thing to the next side. This went on for about 15 minutes. Wax, wait, rip, scream! I asked "Is it a war zone down there?" She laughed.

Apparently the first time is the worst time; your hairs are so coarse and there are so many to rip out. But as it grows back in it supposedly gets finer and fewer. I got a special serum to use to shrink up the pores after showering and a magic lotion that's supposed to slow growth. We'll see. But I've been going commando for the last two days to help prevent in-grown hairs. It's weird, and I don't really recognize myself down there. But come the chance to don my bikini-bottomed swimsuit I'm going to be a very happy woman.

Thanks to my friends for their moral support. :-)