A Day at the Spa

Sorry for the Hiatus. Break has been busy. Home with the family, Christmas, more family, etc. But do I have a great day to share.

So for Christmas, my grandmother got me a gift card to this Spa/Salon place for a “general day of wellness” which included a lunch, haircut, makeup, and manicure/pedicure. Now, this really isn’t me, but my grandma decided I needed a day to pamper myself since I “work so hard at school” and am such a “poor college student.” Granted, the package cost a good $230. I can’t believe people spend that kind of money to get this stuff done…often!

But My day started with a delicious lunch. And my delicious lunch, I mean a salad with a slice of cantaloupe and a roll of bread. For drinks I had a glass of ice water with a small glass of cranberry juice. Now, it was delicious. I can’t complain. And after looking at the tag, the lunch was free. Even better!

The weird part was what I got to do while eating. They walked me into this back room where these four women who were already eating, were discussing the difference between serums and creams. At this point, I realized I do not belong in this place. Then I am told I have an hour to eat my lunch before my hair appointment. I finished lunch in about 20 minutes. So for the rest of the time I sat in this little room, listening to their Enya playing overhead and watching the flame on the candle on the table flicker. It was actually kind of relaxing while I was in the room alone.

Of course this was ruined when these two larger black women came in. They were discussing how they were trying to drop their weights to “120lb” and “155lb.” Me and my petite little “115lb” self pretty much just sat in the corner listening to them discuss their diet and exercise habits. They drink *GASP* 6 glasses of 8oz of water. Oh My! So much water! And then they started talking about their “personal trainers.” Again, realizing I did not belong in this place.

Eventually, I left the little lunch room to get my hair cut. But not before seeing a large, buff, Swedish looking man with a pony tail. YES! This made my day actually. I always thought it was just a stereotype, but uh, I guess not.

The hair cut was fine, except for the lady that shampooed my hair. It was this older woman who washed my hair like she had a vendetta against it. She didn’t let up either, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a little bruising. Geeze. Next time you see a “sweet-looking old lady” if she gets anywhere near your hair with shampoo, be afraid. Be very afraid.

My hair turned out really nice. I like it a lot. wee!

Next was makeup. I had the blondest woman ever. She didn’t like a day over 23, and she commented that she had two little girls. And I knew I was in trouble when I saw how much make up SHE had on, and when she told me she just throws a little bit on in the mornings.

Well, i couldn’t see what she was doing the whole time, but she kept complementing her work with “Oh that looks so good!” or “Oh, beautiful!” And then the other girls that worked at the make-up counter kept walking by and saying “Oh she has such beautiful eyes!” or “Great job! She looks gorgeous!”

So by this point, I’m feeling okay. I mean, I feel like it’s getting a bit overdone, but everyone else says it’s pretty! When she shows me the mirror, I almost fell out of the chair. I mean, my eyes looked great. But I had this really pink lip stuff on, and really overdone foundation, and I just wanted to run and find a wash cloth. Now granted, I probably looked really good. But since I never wear this much makeup, I felt so overdone. But I had to admit, My eyes looked pretty damn hot. I need to learn how to do that.

My next “treatment” was a manicure. Best manicure I’ve ever had (out of what, 3? but still.) The lady that did it was really nice too. She had a really interesting accent.

Of course before I actually had the manicure, while I was waiting for them to call my name, I ended up talking to this woman in the waiting area. She essentially filled me in on her life story, about how her first husband died, and she met someone else, and they have been together for 5 years, but aren’t married, etc. The thing that struck me funny was when she said she cleans houses for a living. No, she wasn’t Mexican. But honestly, why would a woman that cleans houses for a living get her nails done? She even said the minute she puts her hands in the chemicals, it ruins it. *cough*waste of money*cough*

Next was the pedicure. Now, I am not a high-end, ritzy, spoiled girl. I love my sports, beer, and sweats. But oh my god. Pedicures are the most amazing thing ever. *girly moment* Basically I got to sit in this big comfy chair, have my feet rubbed and cared for, and my nails painted, and got to read a magazine. And it felt so nice. But if you have really ticklish feet, I don’t so much recommend it. I thought the filing of the nails tickled a little myself.

But all in all, I left feeling pretty good, and I suppose I was relaxed. Thought, more than anything, I just wanted them to hurry everything up so I could get home to do… nothing? Pretty much. That tells you what kind of life I lead. Fast paced all the time.

I want to thank my grandma for the excellent gift. I wouldn’t mind if she gave that to me again next year. A little pampering is nice every once in a while.

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