Spa Day

I admit it, I did it and I'm proud of it! Yesterday I took the plunge and entered a whole new world I'd never known existed....THE SPA. I'd been once before but never on this level. THIS time, they knew my name. This time, they took my coat and this time they assumed I knew where I was going and what I was doing.....I joined the endless women out there in desperate need of pampering during the cold snap and trekked out to Perugia Salon and Spa for the evening. Okay so maybe it was just for a hair cut but I was insistent that this was going to be far more. For Pete's sake, if they're going to charge me an arm and a leg to wash my hair (and I feel that's a privilege!) and take the ends off then I was going to pump it for all it's worth.

The super amazing staff at this particular location had brilliant smiles on their faces with a tad wrinkle of question when i showed up for my appointment an hour and a half early! HA, I tricked them! They told me I could use their services for free while I waited, which included in small print I noted, the Steam Room, Shower, Bath Robe, Bathroom, Coffee, Tea, and millions of lotions and hair things I have no use for! Brilliant, I thought, as I smirked, grabbed the robe and nearly ran to the change room before they changed their minds. My plan was working, I would relax some way, some how and they couldn't stop me! They even knew me by name, like I came on a regular basis. Sure, the 13 year old behind the counter had a computer that may have possibly, perhaps popped up my delicate features but I was going to suck in the star treatment for all it was worth.

I entered the Spa Change Room cautiously, on a mission. I grabbed a locker close to the door and promptly started placing my personals inside. Spotting the Steam Room on the other end of the Change Room I wriggled free of my work clothes and slid into the slip of a robe with glee. Racing to my luxury Stage 1 of my spa experience I stepped into the small rock steamy room and closed the glass door behind me. Sitting down on the damp rock I leaned back and tried to relax. I sat back up shortly when I heard my cell phone ring, shoot, I had forgotten to switch it off! I glanced over to my locker from where I was seated and contemplated the attempt to head back and switch it off. On a more closer glance I spotted something blue, something old and definitely not new - it was my old, worn out, granny underwear staring me plain in the face in the middle of the spa room floor! Darn it! In my rush to get in the Steam room I must have dropped it! Looking down I realized that my slip of a robe was a tad see-through when wet but noting that I was in a woman's change room and it's empty status I could take the chance and run back to pick up my embarrassing realization up off the floor, add it to my locker and return to continue my depleting minutes of my Steam unbeknown to anyone but myself.

I pushed the steamed glass door open and bolted to the center of the room, grabbed my underwear and started towards my locker. The start was minimal as the now wet floor from my steaminess combined with the rock tile beneath my feet and I was down in seconds. Arms went up, feet went out and I went very down. I clung tightly to my old undies and forgot my robe completely. "I'm okay!", I whispered to myself more for the assurance then anything. That's when I heard it, "good". I looked in the direction of the voice and there in the corner behind my steam room door was a comfy, cushy arm chair and a petite, beautiful woman curled up inside reading a magazine. I half smiled, half cried, closed my now open robe, not so graciously stood to my feet and walked backwards towards my locker. Sigh, I was caught, not only with my embarrassing underwear, not only with my award winning performance but with my see-through robe smack open!

I finished closing up the locker, careful not to reveal anything else that would be my demise and walked much slower back to my steam room. It was harder to settle my nerves on the second go of it but after sitting in the room for many minutes I got out and decided a shower was in order. The woman was gone and it appeared I could now venture out alone but still shaking my head. I returned wrinkled but clean, redressed and ready for my new and Spa hair cut. I sat reading my book in solitude in the next waiting room, reminding myself that I was now added to the list of one of those fancy women that do this every day. I insisted I would come back monthly although I may need a second job unless I could convince them that I had an appointment and just use their facilities on the side at no cost! I heard my name to come on down to get started on my hair and looked up.....there she was - my hairdresser, a way-too-familiar beautiful woman with a bit of a smirk as the look of recognition crossed her face and she said, "watch your step"!

Anyone out there have a Spa they can recommend?