Massages....

So, I had never had a massage until I started work (one of the great things my job has introduced to me besides really good, really expensive restaurants and travelling all over the US)...now massages have become a neccesity. I love them...I love going into the spa, hearing the relaxing music, and all of the stress leaving my body. I even love the soreness afterwards where the massuese literally worked all the stress out with their elbows, throwing their weight into it...and it is a reminder the whole next day of how wonderful it was.

Well, I haven't had one in a while - and we ended up at a new spa that i have never been to for MD's bachelorette party. There was a group of us that were all in the "locker room" changing into our soft robes and we got on the disucssion of "underwear or no underwear". It is always the discussion if there is a group, especially with first-timers-- do you leave it on or do you take it off. Well, I think the answer is it depends...most of the time it doesn't matter (they don't do anything that would let them see anything anyway-- but if you are ever in Thailand and want a massage, keep all the clothes on -- just ask my friend LM and my sister KL! but I digress....) Well, today, both my friend KC and i decided it was a "leave 'em off" day. So I did. And of course, with my favorite masseuses at Nordies, that wouldn't be a problem....but of course I was at a new spa.

So, Olga comes to take me back to the room (yes, i did say Olga), and I get under the sheets...all's going well - the stress is going out of my shoulders and back. Then after a while she is starting to work on my legs (the normal procession is back, neck, shoulders, arms, then legs -- then you flip over and it is legs, arms and shoulders). And she decides to do some "stretches"....now when i say stretches, i mean, she picks up my leg and starts pushing and pulling it in one way or the other. I almost started laughing. I mean, the one day I decide that the underwear was coming off. Let's just say that that lady saw more of me than may parents did when they were bathing me when I was a baby. That, and earlier the sheet that is supposed to cover your arse was around my knees for a portion of the "back" massage...I mean, you carry stress in your arse (yes, I am not lying about that) but usually they are covering it when they try to get it out (yes, with the elbows!!!And it hurts! New meaning to pain in the arse).

Only me, I swear, only me would this ever happen to.

All in all, we all had a good laugh when it was all over and I was telling them my story (even better - in the "relaxation" room - where we were supposed to be quiet - but there was none of that!)...the two "newbies" were PETROFIED for me...I just laughed...I mean, my thought, she wouldn't have done it if she didn't want to see my white rear (well, and everything else)!! ha!

Let's just say, if i ever went to Olga again, I would "keep 'em on".

That story is almost as good as another spa experience where one girl comes out of the room (mortified) and says "if he asks if you want him to massage your chest - just say no. " (seems she said yes and didn't understand what that meant -- then she learned really fast!) The best part - he was my massuese, he had a perm, and wore a red bandand...straight out of the 80's. Don't worry, I said no. I can paint a better picture in person - it is definintely a FABULOUS story!