What do you think of when someone says they want to pamper you on a night out.
Food, wine, massages, etc?
How about watching practically nekkid men getting spray-tanned?!
Yes, maam! And for the record, they were no George Clooney, but entertaining all the same.
Last night I went out with some friends to a “Ladies Nite Out” affair. It was being hosted by 417 Magazine. It was a night of pampering. They had a plastic surgeon there, a varicose vein doctor, lots of wine and cocktail tastings, furs to try on, a fashion show, and of course the male tanning booth. It was really fun and the gals I went with were a hoot. But obviously I couldn’t quite get over the orange men.
I mean really. How cocky can you be to stand in a room full of women, aged 30-50, with nothing but your red boxer briefs on and let some chicky-mama spray tan on you? One dude had a ton of purple in his hair, if that tells you anything. Wait…my son has a purple streak in his hair…*shudder*.
All in all 417 did a great job on the party and I had SO much fun…just some random, weird dreams.