Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Eyebrows and BLTs

Straight from work last night I drove myself to the snobby Hair Salon that is on my way home. Don't get me wrong, they're great people. In fact I have gotten my hair done several times there. I buy my hair products and my OPI nail polish from them. I guess I just still feel a bit out of place, knowing that the very moment that I walk through the door I am surrounded by people who are pretty darn vain. All of them are beautiful. All of them have perfect skin. All of them have the money to afford what keeps them looking that way. Whereas for me, it's a treat.

They are sweet though. I just can't hide my Payless Shoes and Old Navy purse in the sea of Coach bags and Manolo Blahniks.

Whatever, I don't have time or energy to feed into insecurity. So I walked my hairy-browed face up to the counter and was brought back to the "spa" area. What the crap? It's just as cool as what you see on tv. Everythings so white! I laid down and had my eyebrows waxed for the first time. I've always used NADS and done it myself so this was a treat. A treat because I'm too lazy to maintain at the moment, let's be honest!

Yeah, I'm hot. I know it. I can't help it. I went to a small diner in town straight after. It's the place where I go to write. It's the place that I walk in and all the waitresses know that I don't want coffee at the moment, I want Pepsi. As I walked back to my favorite booth all eyes were on me. Was it because of the puffy red raised skin around my brows that had just been waxed? Heck no! Of course not. I'm just THAT hot. It's difficult being me. It's hard being really really ridiculously good looking.

I smiled and settled my weary bones onto the hard wooden bench. I pulled out my notepad and began to pen some entertaining quips for my book. The fries weren't great. But the BLT was to die for.

2 comments:

Sarah said...

what diner do you frequent?

we need to have a date please!

preferably with journals and hot beverages on a blustery cloudy day.

Legdahli said...

One very, almost freakishly, close to your home. George's. Don't tell anyone! Shhhhh!!! If you can hack the occasional cigarette that is smoked, it's great.