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“Someone help me take out these curlers, please!” I shouted from the bathroom, where I was the last one getting ready. I was at Blissful all afternoon learning the ropes, so I was behind schedule. I felt bad for holding everyone up, but I wanted to look my best for the party, not just a thrown-together Ginger Spice.
Hannah and Lila both entered the bathroom, Lila tripping over her blanket and Hannah tugging down the sides of her painted-on black mini dress. They got to work on my hair, rolling out the curlers, dousing the strands with holding spray, and chattering about the party. I sat quietly, letting them do their thing. I was horrible at hair and learned it was best just to keep my hands in my lap.
“Are you sure you know how to get there? I do not want to get lost tonight of all creepy nights,” Hannah was saying to Lila, who struggled to reach my hair while trying to keep the blanket around her scantily clad body.
“I’m positive! I printed off directions from the Internet, plus confirmed them yesterday with Peter. And I have his number, so if it truly comes down to it, I can call him for help. But we won’t get lost.”
“And how well do you know this Peter?” Hannah wanted to know. My ears perked up. I wanted to know this too. Lila came home last week talking about a guy she met in the lounge, this Peter Gambil character. We couldn’t figure out if she liked him, as in dump Joel and move on, or just thought he was a nice guy. But she immediately switched our Halloween agenda from the first house party we were going to attend to the one that would be taking place at Peter’s house on the south side of Des Moines. And from what we gathered, Joel was not happy about the change of plans. The original house party had been at his friend’s house, so now Joel and Lila were fighting. Again. I was surprised that Joel wasn’t going to accompany Lila to the party. He usually just tagged along with her. To be honest, I was glad he wasn’t. Lila needed time away from him.
“I’ve been telling you, Hannah, he’s perfect! He’s tall, good-looking, and smart. Plus, he’s getting his generals here at Kaufman before going on to get his DDS.”
“What’s a DDS?” I piped up, curious.
“Doctor of Dental Surgery,” Lila and Hannah replied at the same time.
“Right!” Lila exclaimed, pulling a roller out with a little more force than necessary. “He’s got his own house–– well, I think he rents it with some other guys, but still–– he drives a nice car and he’s super nice. Hannah, I think he’s perfect for you.”
So that’s what it was. Lila wanted to play matchmaker. She was serious about the vow she gave Hannah a few weeks back.
“What? Come on, you’re joking. Is this like a blind date house party or something? I thought you were kidding when you said you wanted to be my matchmaker.”
“Hannah, when I see someone that is so obviously right for one of my very best girlfriends, I will not let him slip away. Let’s just go to the party, meet some new people and have a good time. No pressure. If you hit it off, then send me gifts. If you don’t, whatever. I didn’t mention you to Peter at all, so he’s not expecting any sort of hookup.”
As I listened to the girls comment about the party and then segue into blind dates, I covered my mouth with one hand to hide all the yawns that insisted on escaping. Saturdays were usually reserved for lounging, catching up on TV shows, hitting the gym, maybe a little shopping. But I was at Blissful at eleven o’clock that morning, an hour before they opened on Saturdays, to start my training. I worked with Dani, Allie, and Kamille, who were getting me started on the basics: what Blissful offered and learning the computer system. I had an appointment scheduled with Allie on Tuesday after class to get my first facial. I caught on quick to the computer system, studied the services menu all afternoon until I could almost recite the
“Someone help me take out these curlers, please!” I shouted from the bathroom, where I was the last one getting ready. I was at Blissful all afternoon learning the ropes, so I was behind schedule. I felt bad for holding everyone up, but I wanted to look my best for the party, not just a thrown-together Ginger Spice.
Hannah and Lila both entered the bathroom, Lila tripping over her blanket and Hannah tugging down the sides of her painted-on black mini dress. They got to work on my hair, rolling out the curlers, dousing the strands with holding spray, and chattering about the party. I sat quietly, letting them do their thing. I was horrible at hair and learned it was best just to keep my hands in my lap.
“Are you sure you know how to get there? I do not want to get lost tonight of all creepy nights,” Hannah was saying to Lila, who struggled to reach my hair while trying to keep the blanket around her scantily clad body.
“I’m positive! I printed off directions from the Internet, plus confirmed them yesterday with Peter. And I have his number, so if it truly comes down to it, I can call him for help. But we won’t get lost.”
“And how well do you know this Peter?” Hannah wanted to know. My ears perked up. I wanted to know this too. Lila came home last week talking about a guy she met in the lounge, this Peter Gambil character. We couldn’t figure out if she liked him, as in dump Joel and move on, or just thought he was a nice guy. But she immediately switched our Halloween agenda from the first house party we were going to attend to the one that would be taking place at Peter’s house on the south side of Des Moines. And from what we gathered, Joel was not happy about the change of plans. The original house party had been at his friend’s house, so now Joel and Lila were fighting. Again. I was surprised that Joel wasn’t going to accompany Lila to the party. He usually just tagged along with her. To be honest, I was glad he wasn’t. Lila needed time away from him.
“I’ve been telling you, Hannah, he’s perfect! He’s tall, good-looking, and smart. Plus, he’s getting his generals here at Kaufman before going on to get his DDS.”
“What’s a DDS?” I piped up, curious.
“Doctor of Dental Surgery,” Lila and Hannah replied at the same time.
“Right!” Lila exclaimed, pulling a roller out with a little more force than necessary. “He’s got his own house–– well, I think he rents it with some other guys, but still–– he drives a nice car and he’s super nice. Hannah, I think he’s perfect for you.”
So that’s what it was. Lila wanted to play matchmaker. She was serious about the vow she gave Hannah a few weeks back.
“What? Come on, you’re joking. Is this like a blind date house party or something? I thought you were kidding when you said you wanted to be my matchmaker.”
“Hannah, when I see someone that is so obviously right for one of my very best girlfriends, I will not let him slip away. Let’s just go to the party, meet some new people and have a good time. No pressure. If you hit it off, then send me gifts. If you don’t, whatever. I didn’t mention you to Peter at all, so he’s not expecting any sort of hookup.”
As I listened to the girls comment about the party and then segue into blind dates, I covered my mouth with one hand to hide all the yawns that insisted on escaping. Saturdays were usually reserved for lounging, catching up on TV shows, hitting the gym, maybe a little shopping. But I was at Blissful at eleven o’clock that morning, an hour before they opened on Saturdays, to start my training. I worked with Dani, Allie, and Kamille, who were getting me started on the basics: what Blissful offered and learning the computer system. I had an appointment scheduled with Allie on Tuesday after class to get my first facial. I caught on quick to the computer system, studied the services menu all afternoon until I could almost recite the
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