The very warm room. The dimmed lights. The computer-generated music with fake birdies making slightly pleasant screeching noises in the background. I wish I could bring my own CD's. Good (real) piano music. Maybe even some Scott Joplin rag!
My masseuse (I need to spell-check that word) was
Anytime you try to touch my feet I feel like breaking out in a fit of giggles. Not conducive to relaxation. And in a similar thought, I gave her the 'giggle reflex' when she tried to work out knots on my back. Apparently there are many.
Tips I find frustrating. I realize that in a service industry they're needed. But why can't a place just pay their people rather than rely on tips to make an honest living? And then there's the question of how much. Loose change in an envelope probably doesn't cut it.
So that was how it was. I supposidly need to exercise my back since I'm such a knotted up mess back there (pun intended).
Spring break officially begins here in 4 hours. Wowser!