San Diego, CA U.S.A./Phu Quoc Island, VietnamJune 29, 2007
Phu Quoc:
San Diego:
As Marc is hanging out on a remote island in Vietnam, I spent the day with Jenn preparing for her big day. The day included a lot of pampering, such as manis/pedis, some last minute errands for the wedding, and a day of recovery after the bachelorette party last night. Even though Marc is 7500 miles away from us, his day on the beach included some pampering too. The main theme of the day… hair removal.
Part of the "pampering" for Jenn included a Brazilian, armpit and eyebrow wax and just the brows for me. As the lady was applying scalding hot wax to Jenn’s delicate skin, Jenn immediately started
to question what the hell she was doing. Jenn let out a little yell to let the little lady know the wax was too hot. The lady started blowing on the wax... yes, down there, trying to cool it off a little for Jenn. The experience went downhill from there as the pain increased with each pull of the wax. Jenn thought about asking her to stop, but there really was no turning back. The wax underneath her armpits wasn’t exactly a walk in the park; this part was fast, but still very painful—making it difficult to put her arms down. This ways she won’t have any stubble under her arms on her wedding day—not that anyone would notice anyway.
When the whole painful process was over, about an hour, Jenn walked out into the lobby and simply said, "dude, I will never f’n do that again." I guess it is a good thing we only get married once. Or, according to Jenn's florist...twice...we weren't sure what this meant.
Meanwhile, as Marc sat on the beach, here is his story of the day:
I did get a massage today and the little lady insisted that she help me with my back hair 
"problem" for a small fee... "no good long hair on back, must take off. Yes, yes, no ouch, very easy." I can't believe I agreed to this idiotic idea, but once it started there seemed to be no turning back. I'm no pussy.
She used what I would consider a manual Epi-Lady. A ball of twine that she would spin around the hair on my back with both hands, one end of the twine was held in her teeth, she would then pull forcefully with her hands and use her teeth to guide a new segment of thread through her fingers... yanking the hairs off my back in a sweeping fashion... pulling at the same hair several times until it finally released.
Needless to say it was the same rare form of Vietnamese torture that I'm sure many of our
POW's were subjected to during the war. The whole agonizing event lasted for what I believe to be 35 minutes, not quite sure since I was drifting in and out of consciousness due to the exquisite pain. I was actually laughing at the end of the "treatment"... I couldn’t believe I actually paid to have this little lady sit on my back and rip my hair out. I don't even care if there's hair on my back, but she sure did. She got every single last strand.
After the torture treatment ended I was treated to a full body massage... I think it was good, but anything after the torture I was just subjected to would be nice. She could have poured a can of hot coals on my back and I think I would have breathed a sigh of relieve.
"problem" for a small fee... "no good long hair on back, must take off. Yes, yes, no ouch, very easy." I can't believe I agreed to this idiotic idea, but once it started there seemed to be no turning back. I'm no pussy.She used what I would consider a manual Epi-Lady. A ball of twine that she would spin around the hair on my back with both hands, one end of the twine was held in her teeth, she would then pull forcefully with her hands and use her teeth to guide a new segment of thread through her fingers... yanking the hairs off my back in a sweeping fashion... pulling at the same hair several times until it finally released.
Needless to say it was the same rare form of Vietnamese torture that I'm sure many of our
POW's were subjected to during the war. The whole agonizing event lasted for what I believe to be 35 minutes, not quite sure since I was drifting in and out of consciousness due to the exquisite pain. I was actually laughing at the end of the "treatment"... I couldn’t believe I actually paid to have this little lady sit on my back and rip my hair out. I don't even care if there's hair on my back, but she sure did. She got every single last strand.After the torture treatment ended I was treated to a full body massage... I think it was good, but anything after the torture I was just subjected to would be nice. She could have poured a can of hot coals on my back and I think I would have breathed a sigh of relieve.
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I am really not sure how she did that with string dude... ancient chinese secret? Maybe she was Viet Cong
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