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| - I hobbled out stung, tufted, and counting the seconds until i could rest a nice cold big gulp between my legs. They were promoting free wax procedures at their grand opening - and mea culpa for thinking "Ooh! a free Brazilian!" Did I ever get what I paid for.
The place is pretty and has an open, clean design. But as a previous reviewer mentioned, the vibe is somewhat ruined by the girls at the front desk. I felt like I'd finally completed my college experience (15 years later) by spreading my legs in a catty sorority house.
I called ahead to say that while I'd done this before, I was still a bit nervous about it - mostly due to me being a heavier girl - so I specifically requested that I get someone who would know their way around a body that wasn't 21 and svelte. When I arrived, they handed me off to whoever was standing there at the time (i.e.,"I'm done. I can take the next person" "Oh, ok, here she is!"). But she was friendly and nice and very reassuring, so I felt pretty good as we walked back.
Once I was inside and in repose, my waxer admitted that she'd only been doing this a few months - and I'd lay odds that she'd never worked on anyone with my body type before, considering that she was reticent to touch me at all. She also insisted that the entire procedure be done while I was on my back. Those of you who've had a Brazilian before probably know that the all fours position is pretty standard for reaching certain areas.
Now don't get the wrong idea - I wasn't insulted or anything... I wouldn't necessarily adore the thought of pushing someone's hoo-ha around to get all the little hairs off either, but then again... that's not something that comes up much in my chosen career. My point here is that she missed a lot. Furthermore - while my previous experiences have hurt too, it's always been brief pain - usually gone before the door shuts behind me. In this case, I was walking like the mummy for the rest of day.
One more thing - imagine being spreadeagled in front of a total stranger with hot wax very close to your happy spots... and someone knocks on the door behind your head, opens it, has a full conversation with your waxer, and then COMES OVER TO SEE HOW SHE'S DOING.
At that point, I understood that the point of the whole 'free' thing was for the noobs to get some live training - but it wasn't advertised as "our students are as good as professionals - get them before they're charging an arm and a leg!" For that, you can go to an aesthetician academy. I even asked why they were doing the promo and they told me on the phone that they were just so confident about their work that they knew everyone would want to be a repeat customer.
I cross myself when I have to walk by them to get to Robek's. *shudder*
Moral of story: Some things are just not meant to be bought from the bargain bin. This experience made me want to go crying back to Salon Surreal and bring flowers to Shalah. Except that like... that'd feel too much like a date, I guess.
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