I’ve struggled to come up with a post about going down to the DMV office to renew my driver’s license, but there’s only so much my genius can do to turn something that mundane into anything better. Was it hellish? Don’t be ridiculous, it was tedious. Were there crazy guys in line with me who had straw in their hair? Of course there were, this is San Francisco. It was, as our friend John pointed out , the only place were everyone has to interact with everyone else; no cuts for you just cause you’re a rich white Lady. An hour and half, and I was in and out, not hilarious, but not as bad as trip to the dentist.
Instead, let us turn our attention to the benefits of a good facial mudpack.
After. Worth it, right?