Now that Meg is a Texas resident, she is receiving magazines at her house like “Society Life”. It makes her feel like Betty in Mad Men. Can you picture Meg sitting around kitchen table playing bridge or canasta? She admits, she has heard the ladies of Stone Lakes play something called bunco, which Meg had to Google. (it’s a dice game) And no, she isn’t about to join a bunco group.
Anyway, Meg was leafing through all the salon options in her fancy magazine. Yeah, she likes a good facial every once in awhile. She also realized the weather here is so drying that if she isn’t careful, she is going to look like an ancient Masai warrior in the the middle of the Sahara desert.
So Meg zipped off to a salon last week, recommended per Society Life, and had THE.WORST.FACIAL.EVER.
First of all, her head was tipped downward so all the blood rushed to her head, which WAS NOT RELAXING. Secondly, the alleged esthetician put a series of products on her face, each containing a scent factor that increased exponentially in a floral explosion. On went one product, and there is stayed for a minute, and then it came off. Then there was one that stung, and let’s not forget the part where cold bandages were draped over her face like she was Boris Karloff in “The Mummy”. The person never looked at Meg’s skin under a magnifyer which idly stood by, never extracted any crud from her face (isn’t this why we go to get our skin taken care of?), and never told her what she was putting on her face and why.
And Meg knows, she should have asked, but when you are 3 minutes into something and know you are never going back, you keep a stiff upper lip, or in this case, a freezing cold one, and plot the quickest escape that you can.
Meg came home and washed her face to get rid of the smell, and settled in with a glass of wine and a copy of the local newspaper.
Not surprisingly, the first thing she spied was an ad for a local gynecologist promoting “Free Filler Fridays! That’s right, get your lady parts examined and get some Botox and Restylane, too!
Meg does not know where her next cosmetic adventure will take place, but she sincerely hope the QT Mart on the corner doesn’t come with a free laser treatment with her next full tank of gas.