Monday, October 24, 2011
Last week I had an impromptu waxing party at my house. I've always been an outspoken lady waxer and have perfected the process for self-waxing. While I haven't waxed a friend before, I've been dying to, frequently offer, and often suggest the idea firmly. I finally had a volunteer (who shall remain nameless) who sat for an arm waxing and a witness who backed out of a last minute moustache wax. I had a blast and a surprisingly difficult time waxing somebody else. I guess this means a part-time beautician gig isn't in the works, but I did discover that while waxing I use a strangely creepy, frog-throated, nonseductive voice.