I just got back from a 90 minute massage. I’m feeling VERY good right now. Except I’m in a little sore in the back-al area. Why do they find a BONE and then grind their KNUCKLES on it for 20 minutes? I’m sure it’ll be great tomorrow.
I’ve already made my next appointment. I sent The Highlander here yesterday as a surprise on his day off, and the little sneak came home with a 3 month pre-paid membership for me. He always has to one-up (or 3 up!) me. Hmm, I can work with this. I think I’ll buy him a Hummer tommorrow. Think that’ll get me a Land Rover? 
UPDATE:
I am SORE today. All over my back. Next time I go there, I need to tell the woman to chill. After I wrote this post, The Highlander and I were talking, and I thought of a few things I forgot to add:
- She massaged my face RIGHT AFTER she did my feet. Who does that?? Now, I didn’t *think* my feet were all that sweaty, but I definitely smelled some kind of sweat. Let’s hope it was her hands.
- I was really happy that she didn’t try to make conversation. I cannot enjoy a massage if I have to make chit chat the whole time. Which is a big reason I stopped seeing my last person, because we became friends and would chat too much during. As I said to The Highlander, “I’m chatty enough in my life, even I need a break from my own voice sometimes!” When he agreed, I asked him if he wanted to go to massage therapy school just to hear me shut up.
9 responses so far ↓
Alleen // February 21, 2008 at 8:41 am
I’m some kind of jealous!!
I was just yesterday thinking I need to splurge on a massage.
Tessie // February 21, 2008 at 9:48 am
I have never, ever had a massage. Those Massage Envy places have been springing up everywhere around here though.
Sam // February 21, 2008 at 10:59 am
How funny, I had a massage yesterday, too! I always have to find a person I like and ask for them, because otherwise I get the same problem: too hard in certain spots.
I find that getting a massage becomes a microcosm of my inability to ask for what I want in real life. So I’ve been practicing speaking up. I also have the condundrum of getting really chatty with a therapist who’s nice, and then wishing later I hadn’t talked. I still avoid the gal who I REALLY liked at this same place (and really connected with) but we talked for the whole hour and I can’t have that happening again.
carla // February 21, 2008 at 11:52 am
I can snark with the best of them but my husband sounds so much like youre.
I know Im (we’re) SO fortunate.
C.
Melissa // February 21, 2008 at 1:53 pm
that sounds like a great idea. 39 bucks for a massage. i am onboard.
magpie // February 21, 2008 at 7:32 pm
i want my husband to go to massage school to learn how to give me a massage.
HabeshaChild // February 22, 2008 at 12:44 am
90 minutes is AWESOME. that is the perfect duration for a massage. but i’m with you on the face-right-after-feet thing - weird.
Penny // February 22, 2008 at 9:50 am
Ewww, face right after feet!
She scores some points for not chatting, though. I hate chatting with anyone working on my body, teeth or hair. HATE.
Kevin // February 23, 2008 at 4:01 pm
Ahh, the massage.
My wife is all about the massage and she’s found a ‘cheap’ place to go here in Northern Kentucky. I didn’t think it was all that cheap when she told me how much it costs, but she informed me that if I thought that was expensive, I didn’t want to know how much she was paying in Chicago.
Whatever. You know you have been married a long time when you don’t mind the outsourcing of rubbing on your wife.
Me…I have to much respect for my fellow human being to ever take my shirt off and have to pay someone to rub me.
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