I've gotten into a bit of a routine for the last week, which is funny because generally this trip has not been conducive for routine. I eat breakfast at my hostel at around 9:00, then I get ready to go and walk to the city center from 10:00-11:00. It's a long walk, but it's pretty and in the mornings I don't mind. Then I catch the tourist bus at Federation Square, which drops me off at the University of Melbourne around 11:30 or 12:00. It doesn't take long to get tired of interviewing people, since accosting people and making them talk to me isn't that fun, so I'm usually done by around 3:00. Then I head over to the State Library of Victoria (I love libraries, and this might be my second favorite in the world, after the one at St. Paul's). There I usually study German for a little while, send some emails and book stuff for later in the trip. After a while of that I head back to St. Kilda and brave the rowdy world of my hostel. So if you can't tell, I've basically gone half way around the world to lead a very boring life. But luckily for me, there are some breaks in the routine.
Here's the part that might be overshare, so I apologize if this is the kind of thing that I really shouldn't have posted on the internet. Yesterday while I was waiting for the tourist bus to take me to the University, these two girls probably about my age and giggling a little bit came up and stood right by the bus stop. Then they came over to me and asked (this is a direct quote I promise): "Hi, we were just wondering, is there is anything you would like waxed today?"
And I thought asking strangers questions about the environment was awkward.
I was a little surprised by this introduction, so my first attempt at answering them was, "What?"
One of them explained, "We can do whatever you need: legs, bikini, underarms. And it's all free." Then something about their matching outfits clicked and I asked if they were students, and they got all embarrassed about forgetting to introduce themselves and explained that they were at a beauty school up the road and were looking for people to practice on. Well, luckily for them, I hadn't shaved my legs since I left the States, so I was kind of furry, and didn't mind a chance to chat with Australians who aren't students at the University, so I said okay and followed them around the corner to their studio. The actual funny part of the story isn't that I got my legs waxed for free yesterday, which is pretty random to start with. The funny part is that a lot of the girls there hadn't gone out searching for people to wax, they had brought in their friends, and in the case of a few poor souls, their boyfriends.
While I was there, one girl managed to convince her boyfriend to let her wax his stomach, and I don't think I've ever felt so bad for someone. This poor guy was just lying shirtless on the table, clenching a popsicle stick between his teeth in pain, with tears falling silently out of his eyes while pretty much every girl in the place stood round the table watching as he periodically let out suppressed screams while she took all the hair off of his lower abdomen. He must really like this girl because I haven't seen anyone look that miserable in a while.
Here's the part that might be overshare, so I apologize if this is the kind of thing that I really shouldn't have posted on the internet. Yesterday while I was waiting for the tourist bus to take me to the University, these two girls probably about my age and giggling a little bit came up and stood right by the bus stop. Then they came over to me and asked (this is a direct quote I promise): "Hi, we were just wondering, is there is anything you would like waxed today?"
And I thought asking strangers questions about the environment was awkward.
I was a little surprised by this introduction, so my first attempt at answering them was, "What?"
One of them explained, "We can do whatever you need: legs, bikini, underarms. And it's all free." Then something about their matching outfits clicked and I asked if they were students, and they got all embarrassed about forgetting to introduce themselves and explained that they were at a beauty school up the road and were looking for people to practice on. Well, luckily for them, I hadn't shaved my legs since I left the States, so I was kind of furry, and didn't mind a chance to chat with Australians who aren't students at the University, so I said okay and followed them around the corner to their studio. The actual funny part of the story isn't that I got my legs waxed for free yesterday, which is pretty random to start with. The funny part is that a lot of the girls there hadn't gone out searching for people to wax, they had brought in their friends, and in the case of a few poor souls, their boyfriends.
While I was there, one girl managed to convince her boyfriend to let her wax his stomach, and I don't think I've ever felt so bad for someone. This poor guy was just lying shirtless on the table, clenching a popsicle stick between his teeth in pain, with tears falling silently out of his eyes while pretty much every girl in the place stood round the table watching as he periodically let out suppressed screams while she took all the hair off of his lower abdomen. He must really like this girl because I haven't seen anyone look that miserable in a while.
1 comment:
smelly baer.
for real this time, haha.
miss you.
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