hey, who's the customer here?
just got back from another excursion to chinatown...
besides going there for the occasional massage (not the happy ending kind!) and the food,
i now go there for my facials and grocery shopping.
basically, i hadn't been to get a facial since my wedding in april. i show up and my girl's all pissed i haven't been there. i walk in, she gives me a curt "i haven't seen you long time" and so begins my uncomfortable facial. i'm sitting there with apologies abounding. before wedding prep, i never used to get facials on a regular basis. my skin had gotten better, i guessed, but i just stopped going. truth is, it hurts like a mofo. chinatown gives no mercy when it comes to extractions: there are involuntary leg shoot-ups, teeth grinding, and tears. yesterday i decided to pinch myself whenever it hurt so that i'd draw attention elsewhere than the excruciating pain i was feeling on my forehead.
plus i'm too scared to look at the products that they use after i realized one time that i had something very familiar-smelling on my face. my eyes were closed, but it was undeniably Vaseline.
but you know what? my face today is glowing and feels like a baby's butt. so maybe no pain, no gain. and i think my girl was being nice to me again after she hurt me so.