Drunk Brazilian
I got a drunk Brazilian today! I hope this doesn’t make you judge me, or think less of me as a woman. If it makes you feel better, I only get waxed as often as I can afford it, which on my current graduate school stipend, works out to about four times a year. (Meanwhile, if you are looking for a place to get your own drunk Brazilian, and you live in LA, check this out).
THAT SAID - Tonight I discovered that getting your lady area waxed hurts a lot less after a glass of Pinot Noir followed by a glass of Riesling. I meant to conduct this experiment half-tipsy not wasted, but the cafe I stopped into had a ten dollar credit card minimum and a $4/glass happy hour and the next thing you know I’m an hour late to my appointment, busy arguing with the barista about whether or not I look like a “Michelle.” Long story short: I managed to get through it without punching anyone, and even had a lovely conversation with my waxer, Joanna, about Bridgeport. “Your boyfriend love you for this,” she said when she was done. He’d better.
-Jessi
