It’s been crazy the last couple of months here in Moscow with elections, protests, rallies and holidays, and I just couldn’t find time to get myself in order. I finally found a window and got a badly needed haircut and some extras…
When you’re working practically six days a week and getting home at times after 3:00 in the morning, it’s a big job just to grab a shower, let alone finding time for other necessary things in life. Once a week I would only have a chance, usually on a Saturday, to try and get a haircut…but everyone was booked in my neighborhood and I just didn’t have the energy to wander around Moscow. I have my favorite “hairdresser” near my home but she’s always busy and I’d feel guilty if I made an appointment for a Saturday just to cancel it leaving a hole in her schedule. So I tried to squeeze in an appointment again this Saturday in hopes that someone canceled.
Finally, someone did and I was able to get my top half in presentable order again. My hair was looking pretty scary and I’m in front of the camera doing serious reports all the time. The hair wasn’t visible during the winter because all of the video reporters were wearing hats during the shooting. Well, it’s spring now and all hats are off…and what a mop on my head I had! Anna, or Anya as she likes to be called, always complains to me that I never find time to see her and that my hair’s a mess, spinning me around and around and weedwhacking my mop into a somewhat recognizable human being. She’ll toss in the occasional “What type of shampoo and conditioner are you using?” and all other “hair care issues.” I usually sit there and just take the beating, I know it’s all my fault.
Then I had another opening in my ever-busy schedule and decided to do something outrageous…get a MANicure (emphasis on the first syllable). I’ve never had one before and have walked by shaking my head at other men getting a MANicure, but never thought I’d try it….but what the hell! I have the philosophy that you shouldn’t shun anything until you try it, whether it’s food, drink, relaxation or entertainment.
So, wandering by in a mall, I spontaneously stopped in and asked if I could get a MANicure. A young woman said she’d be more than happy and we sat down and she started snipping away at my craggy nails, all the time conversing about her family, my family, work, life, interests, etc….I felt like I was in a real bad Sex & The City sequel.
My MANicurist, Vazira, was a cute Uzbek young woman who is studying here in Moscow to later work in the tourist industry, most likely in hotel management, somewhere in the Persian Gulf area. Trust me, this was an interesting topic that we discussed for the better part of the MANicure procedure. I mean, why would a young woman like that want to move to a place like that covered in the local garb? It was amazing to me that she wouldn’t go to someplace like Thailand or Europe…but she’s pretty set in her mind and I could only support her in her “Arab decision.”
I kind of enjoyed the MANicure, probably because it was my first time and I tried not to look around to see who was staring at me or perhaps chuckling. The whole thing, friendly conversation included, cost around $25.
I suppose my next step is to try out a facial scrub, a little bit of botox and top it all off with a nice bikini wax some day!
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- email@example.comNice new photo David!20:54, 06/03/2012Without a doubt you should be prepared for a lot more female viewers from Moscow phoning for a date.
You look like a completely new man!
And I mean that in a positive way.
Hopefully things will slow down for you now with the arrival of spring and the elections now finished.
PS Anya sounds like a great hair dresser. Always concerned about you.
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