my laser hair removal saga, part II
I had my second laser hair removal appointment this weekend (go here for my account of the first), but I'm never going back to that place.
The angry Russian man who works at the counter looked up my name in an index card filebox and then tried to charge my nearly twice what I paid last time. When I questioned this, he shrugged in a mobster-like fashion and said "Eh ... special introductory rates."
I said "What's to stop me then from going around town and doing everybody's special introductory rates?"
He sized me up for an uncomfortably long ten seconds, shrugged, and said "Okay."
I paid (the same price as last time). Marina wasn't working; a different Russian woman zapped off my socially unacceptable body hair.
"I turn it up," she said. "More power, more results." Fine by me. Laser hair removal gives kind of the same pain rush that I've heard people get from tattooing. Except I think being hairless will look better when you're 80 than your tattoos probably will.
Just after leaving the laser hair place to which I will never return (salons do not need angry male bouncers), I went to the gym.
Right above the Bally's front desk was an enormous picture of a woman lifting weights. You could kind of see a five o'clock shadow in her enormously enlarged underarm. Beauty tip of the day: Laser. If no laser, Photoshop.
The angry Russian man who works at the counter looked up my name in an index card filebox and then tried to charge my nearly twice what I paid last time. When I questioned this, he shrugged in a mobster-like fashion and said "Eh ... special introductory rates."
I said "What's to stop me then from going around town and doing everybody's special introductory rates?"
He sized me up for an uncomfortably long ten seconds, shrugged, and said "Okay."
I paid (the same price as last time). Marina wasn't working; a different Russian woman zapped off my socially unacceptable body hair.
"I turn it up," she said. "More power, more results." Fine by me. Laser hair removal gives kind of the same pain rush that I've heard people get from tattooing. Except I think being hairless will look better when you're 80 than your tattoos probably will.
Just after leaving the laser hair place to which I will never return (salons do not need angry male bouncers), I went to the gym.
Right above the Bally's front desk was an enormous picture of a woman lifting weights. You could kind of see a five o'clock shadow in her enormously enlarged underarm. Beauty tip of the day: Laser. If no laser, Photoshop.
posted by JenIsFamous at 1/15/2007 01:35:00 PM
3 Comments:
As I always say, raise your hand only if you are absolutely, positively sure!
Heh. As someone who photographs a fair number of burlesque dancers, I can attest to the effectiveness of Photoshop-as-razor. It's an after kind of thing, but it works wonders.
Gotta love the Clone Tool, oyez.
My younger brother has a plan to get a tattoo that says: 80 & SEXY. His claim is that since young people are always told they won't appreciate their ink when they've gotten older, this way he -can't- appreciate it until he's older. And, as a bonus, it gives him something to work towards.
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