8:02 p.m. - 2004-12-30
like you just stepped out of a salon
Despite my general malaise which seems largely impenetrable (impregnable, perhaps? ew.) my brain did enjoy the brief visit of Katie Meyer. What a champ. Crossing the OH-PA border, braving the poorly maintained roads of western PA, only to stay for about 15 hours. Thank you Katie. We met a cute boy and talked to him for like fifteen minutes before we realized we were interrupting him on a date. Oops. I also told this other boy whose been calling me to take a hike because he never commits to making any plans. Geez. Katie got to witness me filding the phone call, sighing, rolling my eyes and saying "Listen...I don't need a phone buddy. Call me when you get your life together." Sassy.
Today, I went to a spa. A really nice one. All day. It was a gift...as you know, I cannot even begin to afford such indulgence. It was nothing short of excellent. I had a spirulina wrap, during which my "wrap specialist" informed me that she was misting my face with "hydrated water." Umm...Yeah. I was then coated with spirulina and sea weed and wrapped up with a whole bunch of layers of blankets and plastic and given a footrub while I sweated my butt off. Almost literally. After it had apparently done whatever it was supposed to do, I was instructed to get out and shower it off. Yeah, I basically took a shower without a stitch of clothing in front of this lady. Not like she was exactly watching, as she was preparing my moisturizing film/gel. But it was a bit odd. Then I moved on to my massage therapist, who did an amazing job of working the kinks out of my shoulders. Amen and Amen. Then I had lunch with my mother who had just finished getting a massage and had already managed to mess up her manicure. I had a smoothie, a salad and a California roll....oh wasabi, I have missed you. We had lunch in our bath robes amid moving sculptures while seated on these big cushiony chairs...but there were several time when I had to quickly re-wrap my robe because certain things were threatening to fall out onto the lunch table. Then it was onto an hour long pedicure, during which I read the entire January edition of In Style Magazine which is my favorite. I chose the color Macks which is a deep glossy red. Yay. A very pleasantly chatty nail technician did my manicure and we bonded over the topic of surfing. Then back downstairs to the treatment rooms for a personalized facial. My goodness. This was mroe like a doctor's visit than a spa treatment. There was so much unpleasantry...including a device called an extractor which sucks the stuff out of your pores. Then a few minutes later, my dermatological specialist began asking questions "Do you have a pacemaker? Do you have epilespsy? Do you have a heart condition?
After answering "no" confidently, there was a pause and I said nervously "Um. What are you gonna do?"
She laughed really hard and then I said "It sounds like a roller coaster." NO, not a roller coaster. But rather, an "Ultra High Frequency" treatment which supposedly kills the bacteria below the surface and promotes healing. It sounded like a torture device and smelled like burning hair, but it was definitely worth it. My face is like a baby's bottom and I have a glow you can see from Westmorland County.
Last, but definitely not least was my hair appointment with Master Stylist and salon manager, Thaddeus. Thaddeus was, well, FABULOUS. He not only did a great job on my hair, and kept saying great things like "This is great. Let's just let it go wild and crazy. Wild and CRAZY!" but he also decided to hook me up with this friend of his who is, according to "Thad", launching a brand new magazine with 100,000 circulation next month and is supposedly hiring. Nicely done.
And I look like I just stepped out of the salon. You know, because I, like, just did. Get it?
My parents are at a party. I am home with the dog. LAME.
