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Today was my spa day, so I headed over and got a facial massage, and hair done. My facial was first up, and also my first ever. I was instructed to take off my shirt, leave the bra on, and wrap this cool elastic snapping towel thing around my boobies. Then I lay down on this comfy bed and see this green rod which I'm pretty sure is going to shoot lasers at me. Instead, it shot warm mist at my face (not quite hot enough to be steam) and the facialist switched between brushing assorted goos on my face and wrapping me in a hot towel. And it wasn't just my face - it was also my shoulders, chest, and neck. Then she left the room while something or other dried on my face. She was gone for a while - 6 Enya songs at least (yes the Enya music was such a cliche, but I didn't mind) - and I had almost given up when she finally returned to give me my final toweling.

Then across the hall to the massage room. This room, like all the others, was painted a nice purpley-mauvey color. There were candles in here, and the music was some sort of bubbling brook / bird calls / harp music. Very nice atmosphere for what turned out to be a full body massage. Start with the back and shoulders, then move on to the back of each leg, then each foot, (flip,) each arm, and the front of each leg. I like being massaged. And the masseuse liked my tattoos (can you blame him?), and in fact said that my flowers had the nicest use of color that he'd ever seen. Yay!

Fully relaxed, on to my hair. I think the hairstylist was just glad I wasn't an old lady (and I could see why - there were a few very annoying ones in there) so we talked about bars and New Years, and fun young people stuff. I let her know that I was trying to grow out my hair, and I let her pick the color to highlight it. She worked her magic and proved to me that I need to buy a giant round brush (I have a little one but I clearly need a giant one too) and made me look like this:




I kinda look like a lion. But a very cute, pampered lion.