Freya, Keaton and Jaz (or their hands at
least) helping out with the waxing.
Prior to visiting Freya's house for the joys of leg and arm waxing, I'd thought that it couldn't possibly hurt as much as getting my nethers waxed, but it turns out that I was a little mistaken. Firstly, there was a problem with the wax strips that we initially had, in that they didn't work! What they did do was cause and agonising amount of pain, without actually completing the job for which they existed.
So with a little hair torn from each arm and each leg, Jaz and I made a trip to Sun Plaza (where I'm sure I looked fantastic), to buy some known and functioning wax strips. While these did make the whole process easier, I hadn't correctly considered which parts of my legs/arms would hurt the most.
The armpits, which, granted, did in fact hurt, didn't hurt nearly as much as the back and outside of my knees. Each of which also didn't hurt nearly as much as the back of my thighs!
Surely this whole thing is karmic retribution for some sin I've committed.
On the up side, it was actually quite funny, and while it was painful, not so painful that I couldn't laugh at the whole affair.
After our wax strip hunting trip, I had the pleasure of having not one, not two, but 5 different people take turns at tearing hair out of my legs and arms. Many thanks to Freya, Touchy, Jasmine, Keaton and Chantelle, who all did their part to help me complete this sobriety list item. And Kudos to Chantelle (Jaz's sister), who walked up and was greated by the appealing picture of a skinny, balding guy in nothing but white running shorts, with one leg in the laps of two friends (and looking not unlike someone in birthing stirrups)..........and her sister asking her if she wanted a go!.....To her credit, she gave it a go once, but declined the second invitation. :)
Touchy was a bit worried about her waxing skills, so retreated to facebook after a little while, but while Freya and Jaz appeared to find some humour in my pain, they were by far overshadowed by the glee that Keaton took in inflicting pain on my poor, humble self! When I foolishly said that the back of my knees hurt more than the rest, a maniacal look came into his eye, and he couldn't wait to wax it again! Bless his cotton socks!
Well, the end result of this entire event is that there is still a little bit of hair at the top of my legs........after a second trip to buy more strips, I decided that for the sake of a tiny bit of hair (and saving another trip to the shopping centre), I'd just deal with that with 3 minutes, the bathroom and a razor. I think that for the sake of argument, I have successfully completed Item #11, and at this point, I'm almost completely certain, that short of a frontal labotomy, I won't ever be going through that experience again.
I hope you're all enjoying your weekend Friends. :)
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