My neighbor Mimi and I had a beauty night. I went next door with a jar of mud proceeding to give us both a luxurious seaweed mask, from the isle of Tahiti no less. Any minute I expected one of us to break into a hula.
Who needs a spa when you have me across the hall and Duane Reade around the corner. For under 20 bucks, me and Mimi had our skin tightened and pores closed all while sipping wine and eating cheese. Hey, do the math…a pretty good night at a reasonable price. So our cholesterol was a little high, so what.
I loved how, at my suggestion we spruce up our skin, she said without pause, what a great idea…I’ll supply the snacks. You’d never know there are 23 years between us. Girls are girls even if they are two decades apart. After sitting unable to speak for 20 minutes sipping wine through a straw, Mimi said, “Do you think I look younger? Not too much though. Want all my friends from church to recognize me.”
As I patted moisturizer on her cheeks with a mouthful of cheese examining her like an art project I just finished said, “I know you’re 85 Mimi, but now you don’t look a day over 79.”
This seemed to please her as she handed me another cracker with brie slathered on it oozing off the sides.