Day 73: Welcome to the zen den

There is nothing quite like a day at the spa to clear your head and help get you back down to earth.

Today I am meeting the Pixie and one of her friends who is visiting from the midwest for a day of pampering.

I was hoping for a facial, at the very least a massage, but by the time we booked our appointments the only thing left were wraps.

I’ve only had one in the past and I wasn’t a huge fan, but I thought it was worth another shot.  I am a few years older and I figured what the heck, the worst that can happen is I still don’t like them and it is better than not participating in the spa day at all.

The Pixie and her friend had morning appointments so I arrived later and hung out waiting anxiously for the second wrap of my life.

I had my bikini on, and I couldn’t remember if I was supposed to be naked or not.  I did some deductive reasoning and determined there’s pretty much no shame in being naked for any treatment in a spa so I stripped down to my birthday suit and waited for my name to be called.

Once in the room I was asked to take off the robe and hop on the table while the therapist held a towel up to block her view.  While I didn’t look directly at her, I thought I caught a glimpse of her peeking over the top of the towel…. not cool.

I hopped up on the table and I was given a towel to cover my front.  While I was sitting up with my bare back and behind there for the world to see (or maybe just the therapist) she grabbed the oatmeal honey mixture and started rubbing it on my back.

It was that instant when I remembered why I don’t like this treatment.  For some reason in my head I feel like an infant getting a bath, with some random person rubbing soap and lotion on my body.

I don’t know why I feel so strange about it, but I do.  I mean seriously, couldn’t I do this myself?  Ok, so I couldn’t get my back, but I could pretty much handle everywhere else.

I managed to make it through the treatment and when I was done my skin was as smooth as a babies bottom, just in time for a cocktail poolside.

What a day.  Relaxing has it’s perks.  It also has it’s downfalls.

The 3 of us met up for dinner and we were hoping to get a little sassy after we ate.  Unfortunately the zen den and the food did us in.  By 10pm we were all ready to call it quits, and we were all ok with it.

Ten years ago I would have kept plugging on until I stopped, I guess there is something to be said about with age comes wisdom and not being afraid to divert from the original plan.

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