Spa Day!

Decided that since I'm off work pretty much every Friday this month, I was treating myself to a spa day. I've never been to this particular spa, but a coworker has and said it was great. They are also VERY reasonably priced in comparison to other spas in the area. The plan was to get a facial, but as I was perusing their web site, I stumbled across a "Chocolate Mint" package - one-hour massage, facial and pedicure for half price. Yes, please!

So I ventured into the spa today. I haven't been to a spa in about 10 years, and even then, someone else was paying for it. So I was like completely lost. The woman who did my massage and facial was great - her name was Doina. But despite how relaxed I was, my mind kept wandering as it always does. During the massage, I just kept thinking how people think that being a masseuse is glamorous, working in a spa -- all those heated tables, massage oils and warm towels. But then I got to thinking about the fact that they can't CHOOSE their clients. What runs through their heads when they get someone chunky (me) or has a lot of back hair (not me) or whose stomach keeps making funny noises during the massage letting everyone know that the turkey sandwich that you had before you came wasn't enough (me again). But then I realized that no matter what, I can't POSSIBLY be the worst client these people have ever encountered. I'm sure they have some good horror stories.

The facial was also great. I swear that she actually put warm melted chocolate on my face at one point and I totally wanted to lick it and find out. And then she kept gently poking my face, almost like I was baking and she was checking to see if I was done yet. That almost made me giggle a few times because I just wanted to make a dinging noise like the timer that goes off on the oven when it's done. Definitely not an appropriate setting for that :-). She also told me that I have a lot of tension in my neck - go figure. I gave her free reign to dig in a little harder in that area and I have no regrets.

Last came the pedicure. Emily was a trip. I apologized in advance for my feet being so beaten up. I work a part-time retail job so my feet take a pounding and when I'm at my full-time job, I'm usually wearing some sort of ridiculous heel that I'm sure I will regret later in life (just ask my mom). My toes are now a wonderful shade of Warm and Fozzie (OPI Muppet collection - look it up). Now SHE told me some horror stories about some of the clients she has had. Now I won't feel nearly quite so bad going back there the next time :-).