28 4 / 2009
whhhhhhhhhyyyy?
do you pay money to fix a problem and the problem gets compounded and even worse? I finally made an appointment for a facial with the gift certificate mike purchased for me. I came out of my hour european facial confused because the woman would NOT talk to me. I’ve always been a chatty person, I mean constantly received “talks too much” on progress reports from 1st grade - till now. Whenever I get any service done I like to make conversation whether its getting my hair did, getting my car fixed, catching a cab, mailing packages at post office, have dinner… etc. I’m interested in people’s lives and I have an enquiring mind so I ask lots of questions. When I asked the owner of the spa where she was from, she replied “Russia” in a masculine and cold tone I should have known to stop there. BUT since this was my first facial I wanted to know what was going on my face to see what I or excuse me Mike was paying for. She probably applied 6+ different lotions/masks/creams on my face. I asked what each one was, I only received an answer for two of them. First one was a cleanser then somewhere in the middle of my treatment was a mud mask. Maybe there was a language barrier? Maybe she just choose to ignore me thinking … Bitch, this is supposed to be a relaxing experience STFU! Either way I never got answers to my incessant “What’s that?” She could have been rubbing monkey feces on my face and I never would have known.
Anyways even with the extraction and multiple masks, say hello to my lil’ friend… two new large zits on my forehead. Seriously the largest most painful zits I’ve ever had. I never had bad acne throughout my teens but now nearing 30 i’ve got pizza face?! I consulted w/ other friends that have estheticians and do the facial thang and I guess your skin does get worse afterwards. I don’t get it.
So now I’m screwed. I broke my compact the night it fell out of my purse at the gay bar which was almost a month ago. Haven’t worn make up since and now I’m in dire need of it. Some guy named Ceasar Sanchez at the gay bar kept insisting he would hook me up with a new compact. He gave me his number but I think he was trying to get Hector’s number. Not sure what game he was spitting, try to impress dude’s with your make up connections? Maybe he’s the CEO of estee lauder, maybe he does drag and has tons of free samples, maybe his cousin has a stall at Puente hills indoor swap meet full of mac gear… whatever the case was I never found out the story since my boy never called him. I don’t blame him, the guy asked Hector to go home with him within the first 5 minutes of talking to him while we were walking out of the bar! scandalous! Either I can wait for my own make up connection to get back from SF or whore out my friend to take one of the team…. decisions.
