Spa Day

For the Bare Burn, the lovely leadership team bought me a gift certificate to Burke Williams Spa and I’m happy to report that I used the whole thing up yesterday.

Indeed.

But first, a little about what happened BEFORE the massage. . .

Traffic around Santana Row is ATROCIOUS and I got in a car accident.

Actually, it wasn’t a car accident, but I came SO CLOSE to rear ending someone that in my head I was mentally prepared to hit their car.

But wonder of all wonders, I didn’t make contact.

There must have been about A CENTIMETER between our bumpers.

So there’s that.

Then I had to search and search for a parking space.

By the time I found one, I NEEDED A MASSAGE just to relax.

Anyhow, I arrived only to discover that their hot tub was BROKEN, so no soaking.

I was disappointed but determined to use the steam and sauna instead.

Barbara joined me and we steamed and chatted while eating frozen grapes.

We sucked down spa water as we waited for our massages.

Then I went into my massage (with a male therapist, YIKES!).

But I took it like a champ and let him massage me and IT WAS VERY RELAXING.

He did a great job.

When I was driving in, I remember thinking, “I wish I could ask for a back scratch, because that would be FABULOUS!”

And it’s like the universe heard me because my masseur slipped on rough silk gloves, dripped warm massage oil on my back, and massaged/scratched my entire back.

It was so lovely.

By the time my massage was through, you could’ve poured me into my clothes, I was so chill.

I gotta say, as far as massages go, it was ONE OF THE BEST I’VE EVER HAD.

I quickly forgot the madness of trying to get there and found myself floating in a sea of warm, tranquil touch.

Text time, uber!

 

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