spa day

it started with a healthy IHOP breakfast and ended covered in lotion, wearing little pink flip flops. yesterday was the big day that debi and i had been planning for a year, and it ended up being nearly all we’d dreamed … maybe i just wasn’t expecting so much blood. here’s the breakdown:

the facial: i thought the worst part would be the insecurity of a stranger examining my pores at a thousand times their normal size, but i was wrong. it was the steam. to drown on the heated bed in a tiny, cold room while being exfoliated would be bad; somehow, i beat the odds, tuned out the aaron neville music and relaxed. debi also seemed to enjoy her experience with the exception of the “extraction” process and something to do with unpleasant shoulder popping.

the massage: wow … i wish i was still there. debi wishes she’d gotten my masseuse … she apparently spent the hour with johnny elbows.

the pedicure: with the massage chairs (only debi’s actually worked … luck was on her side this time), the foot whirlpool, the bubbles, and the leg clay, this was fantastic … until my appointed nail tech took out the pointy stick used to push back cuticles; and so, the bleeding began. [note: the fun whirlpool produces only nasty stinging when you have open wounds.]

the manicure: debi lucked out again … i got the same nail tech. what face was i making the moment before she asked me if i was ok … the third time? what about when she said “i nicked you” again? yeah, that’s fun.

so next year spa day is in NY and we’re thinking of trading manicures for body wraps. i don’t exactly know what that involves, but i’m taking the neosporin just in case.