Post-Schna-ulations

No way to avoid the dreaded word: PAMPERING!

hate that word. however, it's nearly unavoidable when talking about spa adventures (of which I have had very, very few in my life - must explain why i'm such a total bitch all the time). Last night, the Baronness von Coco and I went to Esspa and treated ourselves to manicures, pedicures, a half hour massage and a facial (another word I hate, but cannot avoid here). While we were both disappointed a bit with the nail-related services, the facial and massage were FABULOUS. Sadly, a 30 minute massage is really just a teaser, but it was still worth it. If I could afford this kind of thing on a monthly basis, I would do it, not out of any sense of vanity, but because I just feel GOOD afterwards. Anyone who's ever had a massage knows that afterwards you come out with massage-hair and a half-drunken look that lasts for at least an hour or two afterwards, so there's no room to be terribly vain.

One thing I DIDN'T like about this particular place (other than the disppointment with nail-girl) was that they had a stack of magazines in their waiting area (not the general reception area, but the area where you sit and drink your water with the fake thong-sandals on while your nails dry) that were all about cosmetic surgery. Somehow, it seems to me like a place that promotes organic skincare products, relaxation and massage, and alternative therapies like Reiki would be adverse to plastic surgery (outside of reconstructive surgery following some sort of trauma). Still, there was a magazine about three quarters of an inch thick informing me of every possible type of liposuction, face lift, breast alteration, or any other cosmetic surgerical procedure that I could possibly imagine.

So, go in, get all relaxed, feel good, feel positive, and then read about how you can go to a doctor to "fix all your flaws" or to "feel beautiful or young again".
I'm not going (to go) on a diatribe about the evils of cosmetic surgery - that's not my point at all. I just found it perplexing that Esspa would endorse it, to the extent of having no less than 3 entire magazines devoted to the topic (and my only other choice from that area was to read about makeup).

Still, the night was good. I felt great afterwards. And this morning, as I always seem to the day after getting a massage, I had a really good run. So, I shouldn't complain (it's just because I'm such a bitch, i'm telling you!).

posted by Schna @ 2:16 PM