ya rly
Okay! Yesterday was awful and I don't want to talk about it (mostly because it was 95% Me Being A Dickhead!) SO! Instead I will tell you about the Spa Party I went to on Wednesday with Danny and Steve, the skin treatment salesmen.
Alright, not really, but their initials were D and S, and one of them was ex-military and the other was...not. Conclusion = made.
So a spa party, for those of you who don't know, is basically a Mary Kaye party with skin treatment supplies instead of makeup (which reminds me, I promised the BFF I'd ask if I could host a Mary Kaye party at my house for a demon girl we knew in high school *shudder*). But anyway, this story really starts when the Spa People walked in.
Me: *headtilt* Two-thirds of them are guys.
To be fair, there were only three people. I don't know, actually, if this makes it worse, or better, or wow, gender insensitive much, klu, get over yourself, but whatever, we soon moved on from the surprise. The woman--very tan, very blond, very carefully applied make-up--I was tempted to write off as a lost cause after she asked what I want to be when I grow up and I told her about my dreams to become a novelist and she said, "Oh that's great, I just love drama. And the theater."
Which...is not the same thing. But she got better.
S, I shit you not, was ex-military. And of the two boys, he looked less like he wasn't from farrrrr out of state. S had fairly normal shoes and beat up jeans and a plaid button-up shirt, even though it was short-sleeved and obviously off some rack at Forever 21. D, on the other hand, was wearing those bizarre pointy shiny leather loafer things with big shiny buckles and a sweater-thing that zipped up at the neck.
Not from 'round these here parts.
But then again, you wouldn't catch two Alaskan guys selling skin care products EVER, so that was another dead give away.
But we did have fun. The guys were very good at putting us at our ease, and they knew their shit, and the woman came around too after a couple fumbly slip-ups. We taught them how to do the squid:
Yes, that squid. And then I had to explain where I'd got it from, and this happened:
Me: It's because I'm a total dork and watch way too much Hawaii Five Oh--
D: New Hawaii Five Oh, or old Hawaii Five Oh?
Me: New.
D: Oh man, me too. I love it.
Me:
But I realized, in the nick of time, that maaaaybe coming on too strong to D about his TV preferences (i.e. GRILLING HIM LIKE A MOFO) was maybe not the best plan. So, all casual instead:
Me: Well anyway, I saw this interview with the guy who plays Steve--you know, Alex O'Loughlin--
D: Now wait, is Steve the guy who's a Marine?
Me (on the inside):
Me (on the outside): .........Yup, that's the guy.
Soooo, we didn't talk about it further. I probably should have for the lols, but S kept bringing up Despicable Me like it was the funniest shit he's ever seen in his life, and I'm a Megamind girl, "lightbulb" is not funnier than "I feel so...MeLONcholy." It just isn't. I'm an English Major. I know these things.
In any case, a fun time was had by all, my nails are still shiny, and I only bought some lotion, which was the cheapest thing on the list aside from the Mud Soap, which. Yeah, was actually mud in the shape of a bar of soap. I can go roll around in the glacier flats if I want to, guys, $15 bucks to have it in my shower is not turning me on.
And now back to editing Nano, because if I show up one more weekend to Writing Club with nothing to show them they will beat me up. o.o