June 8th, The Big Day

The Big Day
  
   The beginning of June 8th: Today is the day! Today is the day! Today is the day I'm leaving America for the first time! I woke up and got ready fast to head out for some last minute shopping. We got Starbucks, picked up a few things at CVS for our trip, then walked over to the salon. The salon is beautiful, painted with light yellows and pinks while music box type tunes play creating a nice ambience for a spa day. We told the lady at the front desk what we were looking for; manicures, pedicures, and waxing. I had never been waxed before in my life and, lucky me, I got to go first. I got directed to a nice room in the very back of the salon with a table that was a bit larger then me to lay down on. The lady seemed innocent enough, Asian, very pretty with dark short hair, bright blue eyes, and a bright pink/red lipstick on. Her looks were not deceiving, she was as sweet as she looked, but the act being done was not as comforting as her face. I lifted my arms, not knowing what to expect for my first armpit waxing, though as soon I felt the hot wax on my underarms I knew I'd made a grave mistake. I'd signed up for this though, I'd already layed down, there was no going back. Just had to take it like a champ. Just two rips of paper, I thought, oh this isn't too bad. It was quick and easy pain. But According to the lady, shaving is one of the 7 deadly sins in the wax world (I wonder if that's for business or for my health) and the waxing just wasn't cutting it, or ripping it for that matter. Pluck, pluck, pluck, I stared up at the sky. She had replaced the fast and easy wax strips with tweezers that took just a little bit too long every single time. I held my breath, grabbed a handful of my hair, and focused my eyes on one corner of the room. Ive learned if you choose to ignore the action taking place to cause the pain, often it makes it a bit more bearable. Though aside from my defense mechanisms I was still seeing stars. I swear I saw Jesus himself (he was a bit intense but the angels were very nice) I have a fairly high pain tolerance but it's exactly that. I'm good at tolerating pain but that doesn't mean I don't feel it. Even though I wasn't screaming I still felt as if i was going to walk back out with bloody holes where my armpits used to be. But wow did those tweezers work! The lady explained through her thick accent that the hairs were shorter on the surface but actually very long inside. Boy was she right. She showed me the strip and those puppies were half an inch long! I was astonished. I mean who knew? I had been bamboozled my whole life up until this moment. I guess there really is more to life than meets the eye. Will I ever get waxed again? Probably not. But I do recommend, and strongly urge, getting waxed at least once in your life. It's a great experience. I know I don't make it sound appealing but come on, we can start a club or something. We can have wax parties and have a sleepover and complain about how terrible waxing is for the whole night then do it all over again the next month. Alright, do what you want. But if you do get waxed let me know your story. Even better someone make a Ted Talks on bringing awareness to the pains and benefits of waxing. I have too much time. 

We came home and packed and then left for our flight. We waited for about three hours before boarding ( it was delayed) in a lounge which means I was surrounded by food. It was a dream come true. Cheese, crackers, m&m's, soup, sandwiches, you name it and there was probabaly something similar there. I got the chance to call my parents, my sister, and a friend before I boarded and flew off to Europe where I'd have limited minutes and wifi to call which was nice. Hearing some familiar voices made me feel myself again. When I travel I seem to take on a new persona, which is good, but I tend to lose my wit. Though talking to people who truly know me can transport me back home with just their voice. It's a nice reassurance having trusted people who can remind you who you are. Interacting with so many new people and having new experiences and going from place to place can make it easy to get lost. Having people who understand you is like being connected to a fishing line: no matter how far you swim they are always there to reel you back in. 

We boarded our flight to Paris and Edie and I talked and ate for about 4 hours before I fell asleep to the movie The Cure For Wellness. I woke up to sunlight and- that's all I'm going to tell you. You'll have to read my June 9th blog post to hear about my first impressions of Europe and everything in between. I've already said too much. Anyways go get waxed and have a nice day. Adios! (wait.. wrong language)

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