I hit the bar at 5pm.
“You by yourself? Everything all right?’ said Mano as he tried to direct me to a booth
“I’ll sit at the bar” I said, causing Mano to exchange a worried look with Randy, who was in charge of the early shift. They know I only ever go to Annie’s for breakfast with Tom and Mike, or for dinner with the kids in tow.
“What can I get you?” said Randy nervously. I only ever have a glass of red wine while I’m watching the kids scarf their burgers. “I’ll have a vodka and tonic” I said firmly “and make it a large one”
Little did my friends at the gay bar know, but I was following the excellent advice of my friend Jay in London, who never makes a depilation appointment without first popping a Disprin, and then ordering a stiff drink. Jay counsels the hirsute to plan their waxing for late in the day, and prepare for pain with a visit to the drug store and the nearest hostelry.
“Can I get you anything else?” said Randy as he watched me gulp my cocktail “No, I’m all set” I replied, wobbling from my bar stool and lurching towards the beauty salon next door.
One hour later, my legs are as smooth as highly polished pine, and I am still feeling no pain. 😉