One more thing can now be marked off of my "things to do before I die" list- bikini wax. I actually killed two birds this evening as the bikini wax is most definitely the thing I was the most nervous about in regards to wedding planning. That's right. I was more nervous about getting waxed than tripping on my dress walking down the aisle or some other such Rachelism.
Honestly, it was only about a quarter of the pain I had envisioned. There wasn't any awkwardness. Over in 15 minutes and that includes witch hazel & lotion application). $35. I could definitely do it again.
As the receptionist was explaining to me the intricate details of how to change into my spa clothes (towel wrap, robe, and flip flops), she asked if it was my first time. I said "yes, and I'm very nervous." She offered a glass of wine. She then told me that many people will sip "a couple" glasses of wine before they go in and get waxed. I respectfully declined-I don't drink, but the thought of some woman in her mid-30s sitting in the lobby downing what I suspect is boxed wine while worrying about revealing her delicate flower to a stranger amuses me far too much. Plus, it's not THAT nervewracking.
Exactly one more month left.