A Huge Thank you --- again - come on, LJ - it's my birthday, stop fucking with me!
I'm supposed to be writing a letter to the Board of Education -- I don't want to.
A Huge Thank You to all the well wishes and the fics that I am claiming for ME (*looks at Brandy, specifically!!*) and for the cyber present that I did not want to forget to say thanks for (unlike the cyber drink that I got and rudely never said THANKS!).
My 39th again birthday was nice. It was different as in there was a whole lot of Naked going on and not in the way you'd think (or I'd hope!!)
I had already bought myself, with my loving husband's credit card, a pair of Ugg boots - for $140ish. I love my new boots. So I really wasn't expecting all that much (hee).
My husband kept going on and on about a party for my 39th again. I did not want a party. I could not get him to understand that. He kept trying and I kept saying NO FUCKING WAY. Then to get him to finally realize my side of things, I drew up the guest list which contained 106 names by the time it was all said and done - not counting me or my family. My house cannot hold 106 people plus my family. Hell, most days it seems to small for just my family. So that would mean renting a place. Ka-ching. Then there's the food and the booze and blah, blah.
So my husband with the help of my close friend, got me a Day at The Spa. For today.
First thing I had to do was fill out a form with my name, AND MY AGE. Then I was taken to a room where I was instructed to take everything off (EVERYTHING!!!) and put on an x-large robe. X-large? They don't come in sizes?
So far - not loving the Age Thing or the Naked Thing.
Then I'm taken to a room where there's the sound of water running and Japanese sounding music where some woman gives me a full body massage. Would have loved it except again for the whole NAKED thing - I had to take off my robe before I got on the table. Of course, the continuously running water naturally made me have to pee.
After the whole naked massage thing, she tells me to put back on the over sized robe and takes me to the "steam shower" (huh?) where I again am instructed to get naked and sit in this little shower type stall where continuous hot steam is coming out. It was nice - except again for the same Naked problem.
After 10 minutes, I'm steamed up apparently and am instructed to put my robe back on. I am then taken back to the water running room where she hands me two very small hand towels. One is for my butt apparently. It was a small towel. And yes - once again I was instructed to take off my robe and get on the table where she lathers me in this seaweed shit from back to feet (except for the butt - covered by the tiny towel) After I'm covered in crap from the bottom of the sea, I am instructed to roll over (NAKED!) and use the butt towel on my 'front area' -- she actually said FRONT AREA. The other small towel is - yes, that's right - for my boobs. And I'm greased up neck to toes (except towel covered private areas!)
I'm then wrapped up like a burrito and told to relax. O and Kay.
Time for my facial. Call me strange (cause yeah - I am) but all I kept thinking was "Hey! I just did my makeup!" But she takes it all off (my makeup, you pervs!) and gives me a facial as I am wrapped like a Mexican dinner dish. Interesting? Definitely. Relaxing? Still not so sure.
Some time later, a timer dings and my facial is done and she unwraps my layers. She tells me to get dressed in my robe and follow her to the showers. I'm still covered in seaweed crap. But I go to the showers, I get naked (I'm getting real good at the naked part by now) and I shower off the crap. I do not wash my hair. Why? Because I have curly hair that I straighten every day. I did not want to leave there with curly hair and they only had a blow dryer - no straightener.
It's lunch time. I'm given three choices - Caesar Salad, Tuna something and some turkey ruben sandwich thing. I opt for the salad. I get my own private beauty room or some shit thing like that to 'do my hair' and get myself ready for lunch (again with the HUH?). Turns out, I'm done with the naked. I was supposed to get dressed. I did not know that. Felt like an idiot in the over sized robe not knowing I was actually supposed to eat lunch dressed. Silly me.
Now safely back in my clothes, I am taken to a private room for lunch. It was private! I could have stayed naked if I wanted to (I did not want!). I had my salad and all the chocolate candy I could eat. Unfortunately - this is me. I can't eat much (*read any*) chocolate and I didn't have the nerve to stuff it into my pocketbook for later. I also had hot tea and water.
Oh, and yes - I actually showed up for a Day at The Spa carrying a Diet Snapple. Yip. My Diet Snapple spent the naked day with me.
After that I got a manicure, a bag of goodies, was wished a Happy Birthday and was sent on my way. I had enough time to race home and put makeup back on before getting the kids from school.
We had chinese for dinner because it's my favorite and my husband actually bought me a cake - which I couldn't eat.
All in all, being 39 again hasn't been that bad. But the public naked? Not for me.
Oh, and it turns out, the same friend who helped get the Day at the Spa is having a small 'ladies' get together for me Friday night.
However, Friday is the day that the hospital scheduled that Stick a Big Ass Needle in My Stomach and Light My Insides Up test. Not so sure I'm going to want to hang out with a bunch of old 'ladies' and get a bunch of gag gifts about being 39 again. And not be allowed to drink booze.
So thanks to all again. See ya tomorrow (or today depending on when/where you read this)
*mwah*
A Huge Thank You to all the well wishes and the fics that I am claiming for ME (*looks at Brandy, specifically!!*) and for the cyber present that I did not want to forget to say thanks for (unlike the cyber drink that I got and rudely never said THANKS!).
My 39th again birthday was nice. It was different as in there was a whole lot of Naked going on and not in the way you'd think (or I'd hope!!)
I had already bought myself, with my loving husband's credit card, a pair of Ugg boots - for $140ish. I love my new boots. So I really wasn't expecting all that much (hee).
My husband kept going on and on about a party for my 39th again. I did not want a party. I could not get him to understand that. He kept trying and I kept saying NO FUCKING WAY. Then to get him to finally realize my side of things, I drew up the guest list which contained 106 names by the time it was all said and done - not counting me or my family. My house cannot hold 106 people plus my family. Hell, most days it seems to small for just my family. So that would mean renting a place. Ka-ching. Then there's the food and the booze and blah, blah.
So my husband with the help of my close friend, got me a Day at The Spa. For today.
First thing I had to do was fill out a form with my name, AND MY AGE. Then I was taken to a room where I was instructed to take everything off (EVERYTHING!!!) and put on an x-large robe. X-large? They don't come in sizes?
So far - not loving the Age Thing or the Naked Thing.
Then I'm taken to a room where there's the sound of water running and Japanese sounding music where some woman gives me a full body massage. Would have loved it except again for the whole NAKED thing - I had to take off my robe before I got on the table. Of course, the continuously running water naturally made me have to pee.
After the whole naked massage thing, she tells me to put back on the over sized robe and takes me to the "steam shower" (huh?) where I again am instructed to get naked and sit in this little shower type stall where continuous hot steam is coming out. It was nice - except again for the same Naked problem.
After 10 minutes, I'm steamed up apparently and am instructed to put my robe back on. I am then taken back to the water running room where she hands me two very small hand towels. One is for my butt apparently. It was a small towel. And yes - once again I was instructed to take off my robe and get on the table where she lathers me in this seaweed shit from back to feet (except for the butt - covered by the tiny towel) After I'm covered in crap from the bottom of the sea, I am instructed to roll over (NAKED!) and use the butt towel on my 'front area' -- she actually said FRONT AREA. The other small towel is - yes, that's right - for my boobs. And I'm greased up neck to toes (except towel covered private areas!)
I'm then wrapped up like a burrito and told to relax. O and Kay.
Time for my facial. Call me strange (cause yeah - I am) but all I kept thinking was "Hey! I just did my makeup!" But she takes it all off (my makeup, you pervs!) and gives me a facial as I am wrapped like a Mexican dinner dish. Interesting? Definitely. Relaxing? Still not so sure.
Some time later, a timer dings and my facial is done and she unwraps my layers. She tells me to get dressed in my robe and follow her to the showers. I'm still covered in seaweed crap. But I go to the showers, I get naked (I'm getting real good at the naked part by now) and I shower off the crap. I do not wash my hair. Why? Because I have curly hair that I straighten every day. I did not want to leave there with curly hair and they only had a blow dryer - no straightener.
It's lunch time. I'm given three choices - Caesar Salad, Tuna something and some turkey ruben sandwich thing. I opt for the salad. I get my own private beauty room or some shit thing like that to 'do my hair' and get myself ready for lunch (again with the HUH?). Turns out, I'm done with the naked. I was supposed to get dressed. I did not know that. Felt like an idiot in the over sized robe not knowing I was actually supposed to eat lunch dressed. Silly me.
Now safely back in my clothes, I am taken to a private room for lunch. It was private! I could have stayed naked if I wanted to (I did not want!). I had my salad and all the chocolate candy I could eat. Unfortunately - this is me. I can't eat much (*read any*) chocolate and I didn't have the nerve to stuff it into my pocketbook for later. I also had hot tea and water.
Oh, and yes - I actually showed up for a Day at The Spa carrying a Diet Snapple. Yip. My Diet Snapple spent the naked day with me.
After that I got a manicure, a bag of goodies, was wished a Happy Birthday and was sent on my way. I had enough time to race home and put makeup back on before getting the kids from school.
We had chinese for dinner because it's my favorite and my husband actually bought me a cake - which I couldn't eat.
All in all, being 39 again hasn't been that bad. But the public naked? Not for me.
Oh, and it turns out, the same friend who helped get the Day at the Spa is having a small 'ladies' get together for me Friday night.
However, Friday is the day that the hospital scheduled that Stick a Big Ass Needle in My Stomach and Light My Insides Up test. Not so sure I'm going to want to hang out with a bunch of old 'ladies' and get a bunch of gag gifts about being 39 again. And not be allowed to drink booze.
So thanks to all again. See ya tomorrow (or today depending on when/where you read this)
*mwah*