03.15.07
Big Primpin’ (I am so so sorry for the pun.)
Ok, well, enough with the melancholy here on this blog. This is supposed to be 100 Different Things, right? And not 100 Different Ways to Over-Analyze the Fact that He’s Not Calling Because He May Be Sleeping with Debbie From Work. (Or, you know, what ever. I’m not bitter.) So here is something I am actually happy and excited about:
My Bliss Triple Oxygen Facial tonight. I KNOW! A facial on a weeknight? How entirely decadent. But the truth is that I am long overdue for a facial and this was the soonest they could take me. I love the fact that the Bliss Spa is open until 9pm every day, including Sundays. And I must admit that their brazilian wax is indeed less painful than others I have tried. (I also like that they use a new popsicle stick every single time they dip into the wax. It’s so hygienic.)
Before Bliss came to LA, I thought it was just a cheesy, overrated spa. I mean, their products are way too over-hyped, they have those ridiculous cutesy names, and practically everything smells like their signature “lemon sage” scent, which is okay, but…sort of smells like Bath and Body Works. Which reminds me of college (remember when EVERYONE wore sun-ripened raspberry or country apple?).
So anyway. Yes. The triple oxygen. My face glows for at least a week after I get it. And I don’t break out afterwards, like you do sometimes after facials. (The oxygen is supposed to also be anti-bacterial.) I highly recommend it.
I also recommend going straight down to the bar after the facial (don’t laugh, it will be a proper drinking hour by then) and ordering a cocktail (I like Grey Goose Pear and Sprite). You know, to continue the good times. Because we deserve it.