Thanks to a generous gift from the Love of My Life, encountered first ever full body massage today. And oh, it was sublime!
Pampered in to a willing ball of nothingness at the hands of Olina, a cheerful, very young, Thai masseuse at possibly the swankiest (and ahem, only) spa I have visited, the single thought I had the will power to hold on to was that she could kill me if she wanted to, I wouldn't have been able to budge an inch to prevent it. She pummeled and she pulled, she rubbed and soothed, she pushed and shoved and soothed some more. And all of this mind you, within a dim-lit room of exquisite, simple elegance, soft music and accentuated withe comfortingly hot Sesame oil. Ah...
Stepped out the spa of it with another self-righteous opinion dashed to the ground-I no longer hold in contempt those rich bitches who do this more than occasionally. Of course they do this instead of busting the k on helping orphaned children. If I had the money, I would do this more than occasionally. I would alternate between the 3 choices you get to choose from as the aroma that distills in to your nostrils from under your face. I would choose the Ayurvedic spa one week, the Javanese the next and maybe try the Yoga spa. I would eagerly ask for the post-treatment Tamarind juice and choose Olina as my therapist of choice. I would even shed my clothing with a little less reserve, over time of course!
Of course, I would like to think that I would also spend some time on the orphans. I would be a nice, rich bitch.
But oh, sublime. Simply, sublime :)
Pampered in to a willing ball of nothingness at the hands of Olina, a cheerful, very young, Thai masseuse at possibly the swankiest (and ahem, only) spa I have visited, the single thought I had the will power to hold on to was that she could kill me if she wanted to, I wouldn't have been able to budge an inch to prevent it. She pummeled and she pulled, she rubbed and soothed, she pushed and shoved and soothed some more. And all of this mind you, within a dim-lit room of exquisite, simple elegance, soft music and accentuated withe comfortingly hot Sesame oil. Ah...
Stepped out the spa of it with another self-righteous opinion dashed to the ground-I no longer hold in contempt those rich bitches who do this more than occasionally. Of course they do this instead of busting the k on helping orphaned children. If I had the money, I would do this more than occasionally. I would alternate between the 3 choices you get to choose from as the aroma that distills in to your nostrils from under your face. I would choose the Ayurvedic spa one week, the Javanese the next and maybe try the Yoga spa. I would eagerly ask for the post-treatment Tamarind juice and choose Olina as my therapist of choice. I would even shed my clothing with a little less reserve, over time of course!Of course, I would like to think that I would also spend some time on the orphans. I would be a nice, rich bitch.
But oh, sublime. Simply, sublime :)
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