I went to the spa.
It was amazing.
Still in El Paso. Just the nice parts.
I could end it right there and that would about sum things up nicely, but since I don’t go to the spa on a monthly (or bi-annually) basis, it is blog post worthy material.
I booked a half day but it almost was a full at 9-2. I went with my girlfriend Tanya, and first up was a prenatal massage for me. I could have melted into the bed. The masseuse kept saying, “And you do a lot of work on the computer don’t you? The tension is all in your neck and shoulders.”
I’d never had a prenatal massage before, so quite the experience. I learned large pillows between your legs are the key to being comfortable laying down.
Then it was off to a manicure because I still have nails. This fact never ceases to amaze me as I look down at my hands. The tech chatted about the tattoos on my wrists of the boy’s footprints, I loved being able to tell her their names, what happened, and she never even batted an eye or tried to change the subject. Which I’m ready for, it just leaves everything on a weird, “Now what?” level.
Not the toilet.
Pedicure was up next. Does everyone love having their feet rubbed? Actually I know people that don’t so I take that back, but I do. I tried not to fall asleep and slide off the sofa as she painted them up. I then cracked up at how many people on Instagram thought at first this pic were my feet in a toilet.
Finally it was hair time. Hands down, my hair stresses me out the most of anything. Screw up a manicure? I’ll go home and fix it. Ruin a massage? Whatever.
Mess with my hair? Things are going to get real.
I’ve had stylists in the past who wanted to do (and did) all kinds of crazy things with my hair before I knew what I wanted. Like the time I dyed it black from a Herbal Essences box, then had a lady perm it the next day and try to bleach out the black.
I ended up with orange hair that snapped off an inch from my scalp. #truestory
But this woman knew her way around. I told her I wanted a bob with layers in the back and sideswept bangs and lo and behold, that’s exactly what I got.
Since so many asked, the necklace is from Stitch Fix.
Tanya and I ordered lunch from an Italian restaurant next door and they set it up for us in a little room in the spa. It was wonderful, probably one of the nicest days I’ve had in a long time.
Now I need to figure out how soon we can go back.