| RitchieWoman ( @ 2004-04-06 00:40:00 |
Girls Weekend in Vancouver
This weekend, I went to Vancouver with Jen and our friend Kris. Left the boys at home so we could relax and shop in peace. I am so in love with Canada. Jase and I will be going back on a monthly basis, because I found the best masseuse. Oh man - it was the best massage in my life. The masseuse was this interesting woman - the kind that likes to talk about how interesting she is, which was a little obnoxious - but to be honest, it was hard to concentrate while she turned my muscles into buttah.
[BEGIN SCENE]
Masseuse: "And during the week I work on costuming for films."
Me: "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
Masseuse: "I worked on the sequel to X-Men - X2?"
Me: "mmmmmmuuuuurrrffff"
Masseuse: "I saw Hugh Jackman naked."
Me (jerking my face out of the doughnut-shaped face rest): "WHAT?? Was it big?"
Masseuse: "Well, he was underwater"
Me (settling my face into the doughnut): "So shrinkage then, huh?"
Masseuse: "Yeah, shrinkage."
[After popping some major knots out of my upper back]
Masseuse: "I used to be a professional figure skater"
Me: "Did you see a famous figure skater naked?"
Masseuse: "No, can't say I did."
Me: "muuuuurrrrffffftttt"
[While giving me the best scalp massage of my life]
Masseuse: "I've met lots of famous people, but the most important meeting was when I met my idol, Sophia Loren."
Me: "aaaaaaaahhhhh hhheeeeeemmmmmm"
Masseuse: "She took to me. She told me I was beautiful every day of the shoot."
Me: "nniiiiiice" (thinking to myself, "Say whatever you want, crazy lady. Just please, please do not stop.)
[END SCENE]
So you get the gist. My masseuse was a shameless namedropper, but damn, she had a pair of strong hands. She could spew right-wing politics or the benefits of fundamentalist Christianity and I'd be all, "Oh you are sooo right - can you work the shoulder a bit more?"
So though I had the best massage of my life, and had a wonderful time with my friends, I missed my husband and my dog. I slept soundly last night, sandwiched between the two, passing into deep, peaceful sleep in a matter of minutes.
xoxo A.
This weekend, I went to Vancouver with Jen and our friend Kris. Left the boys at home so we could relax and shop in peace. I am so in love with Canada. Jase and I will be going back on a monthly basis, because I found the best masseuse. Oh man - it was the best massage in my life. The masseuse was this interesting woman - the kind that likes to talk about how interesting she is, which was a little obnoxious - but to be honest, it was hard to concentrate while she turned my muscles into buttah.
[BEGIN SCENE]
Masseuse: "And during the week I work on costuming for films."
Me: "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
Masseuse: "I worked on the sequel to X-Men - X2?"
Me: "mmmmmmuuuuurrrffff"
Masseuse: "I saw Hugh Jackman naked."
Me (jerking my face out of the doughnut-shaped face rest): "WHAT?? Was it big?"
Masseuse: "Well, he was underwater"
Me (settling my face into the doughnut): "So shrinkage then, huh?"
Masseuse: "Yeah, shrinkage."
[After popping some major knots out of my upper back]
Masseuse: "I used to be a professional figure skater"
Me: "Did you see a famous figure skater naked?"
Masseuse: "No, can't say I did."
Me: "muuuuurrrrffffftttt"
[While giving me the best scalp massage of my life]
Masseuse: "I've met lots of famous people, but the most important meeting was when I met my idol, Sophia Loren."
Me: "aaaaaaaahhhhh hhheeeeeemmmmmm"
Masseuse: "She took to me. She told me I was beautiful every day of the shoot."
Me: "nniiiiiice" (thinking to myself, "Say whatever you want, crazy lady. Just please, please do not stop.)
[END SCENE]
So you get the gist. My masseuse was a shameless namedropper, but damn, she had a pair of strong hands. She could spew right-wing politics or the benefits of fundamentalist Christianity and I'd be all, "Oh you are sooo right - can you work the shoulder a bit more?"
So though I had the best massage of my life, and had a wonderful time with my friends, I missed my husband and my dog. I slept soundly last night, sandwiched between the two, passing into deep, peaceful sleep in a matter of minutes.
xoxo A.