waxing = hell

Today I went to the salon to get waxed. I thought since I was in Brazil, I should go ahead and get a Brazilian wax (and both legs while I'm at it).

What the hell was I thinking.

The lady asked me if I was my first time...looked at me shocked...and then reassured that this would be the most painful and that I probably shouldn't do the....whole thing....if I wasn't used to it. She started going and I thought that this was the worst pain ever. If you have ever seen "40 year old Virgin" that was basically my reaction as well. Poor Gustavo had to be in the room with me because he had to tell me what she was saying. He was laughing so hard that he was crying. It was pretty funny...yeah...The only reason I was laughing was so I wouldn't cry!!!

Speaking of poor Gustavo. He has been SUCH a great guy. He had to go to the nail salon with me when I got my nails done. (speaking of nails, I broke one of them when I was gripping on to the bed for dear life when I was getting waxed) He went to the gym with me when I was getting my intial weights and measurements done. I have been attached to his hip! It's different for me to be with someone like that, but amazingly, it hasn't bothered me at all.


Lastly, I would just like to thank my parents for my middle name: Dolores. When I was younger, I didn't really care for the name because kids would make fun of me. However, everything happens for a reason! Being named Courtney in Latin America is rough. They hear the name, laugh, and usually pronounce it Corny. I gladly tell them they can call me Dolores. Its a good icebreaker and both parties are a little releived.