hair today, gone tomorrow

TGIF. Finally!!!

So you survived another week. Good job. Looking for stuff to do this weekend? Or ways to stalk me this weekend? Fair enough. Tonight, I'm heading over to SoHo to see country music husband-and-wife team The Wrights. Saturday, I have pretty much the busiest day ever, as I'll be running with the Chattahoochee Valley Hash House Harriers at 4 p.m., judging ugly bridesmaid dresses at the Columbus Museum at 7 p.m. and partying at Memory Lane from 11 p.m. till whenever.

Why am I spending Saturday night at the token old peoples' club? Um, hello...where else can I test my free trial-size sample of Cialis? Brace yourself for the details.

Beyond the realm of entertainment, I'll probably lose 59 lbs. of hair this weekend. OK, maybe 57. I'm getting my hair cut at Salon Bellage Saturday morning, in addition to an eyebrow wax, lip wax and the obligatory start-of-summer bikini wax. I'm pretty much a mammoth right now and I can't wait to be restored to my original hairless albino form.

For anyone who hasn't experienced the wonders of waxing, let me be the first to tell you it's truly a magnificent world. One in which you find yourself not only in a physical position resembling the Bermuda Triangle, but your entire body is also pretty much in the hands of someone who spends 8 hours a day boiling wax. Think about it.

Also, the moment you come to that realization, your waxer will likely ask you some deeply personal question. It's like being asked to briefly explain the origins of human nature three seconds before heading over to the guillotine.

HOT.