22 July 2006 She put her warm hands on my bare back and asked, "The Navy doesn't give you massages?" I thought, "All at once or one at a time?" Only fifteen minutes prior, I had entered the spa attached to our hotel. I gave the receptionist my name, and she handed me a towel, a robe, a pair of slippers, and a key to a locker. I popped into the men's locker room, and I realized I missed the lessons in proper spa protocol. I wondered:
I met my masseuse, Harmony, and she took me into a candle-lit room with a large cloth-covered table in the center. An overhead speaker quietly played tunes from a relaxation tape. As Harmony explained the nature of the massage, she kept switching her gaze from my eyes to the spa towel in my hand. She slowly cultivated a "wtf nub?" look as she spoke. I can only imagine she was aghast because I was not wearing the towel as a loincloth, and therefore I was completely nude under the robe. A rookie mistake! Over the next hour, Harmony used her hands and lotions to ease my muscle tensions and mental preoccupations. The experience envigorated me with new energy. I thanked Harmony with a handshake and a tip, and I returned to the anteroom where I relaxed drinking cucumber-flavored water and smelling of Eastern oils. Permalink: http://double-d-america.com/blog/archives/72.html Tags: [Sedona], [Arizona], [massage]
George
gg nubs!
D
You never did put that towel on did you?
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