Celebrating the “big” days in life are difficult to do. Do I make it special if in truth it’s just another day? Well, maybe a huge effort is not necessary for every occasion. To avoid disappointment I set my sites on making it a good day. It is a day that calls for celebration, so the “special” part is most likely already there. If I happen to surpass good and it ends up being a great day, then that’s fine by me.
As my birthday loomed around the corner, I decided to take the day off from the lab and do something I have never done before. Originally I wanted to take a mini-road trip, but the thought of having to get up super-early the next morning nixed that after getting a late start. To salvage the day and the desire to do something never done personally, I opted to end my birthday with a professional massage. It’s been a few days, and I’m still not sure how I feel about it.
I walked inside to the waiting area and was handed a medical release, benefits of massage information card, and a medical survey sheet. Filled them out. Handed them back. Waited for the massage therapist to call me.
A lady walks out and introduces herself. In a soft voice she instructs me to enter the second room on the right. We walk back to the room.
Crashing waves and bird noises alternate over “muzak” that reminds me of a love scene in Top Gun. Not my first choice. It’s so quiet in the back area, almost library quiet. I feel the need to use my 5-inch voice to answer all her questions on my massage boundaries. Red light on the scalp massage and green on everything else. Keep a yellow light on the firmness, proceed with caution. The actual massage hour begins after being instructed to disrobe to my comfort level and lie down under the sheets on the table with the back of my knees over the pillow. I almost needed to take notes.
The majority of my garments find themselves neatly folded on a chair a few moments later as I hop onto the table. My urge to giggle is overwhelming while pulling the cool sheets up to my chin.
I’m naked, and it’s cold. It’s cold and I’m naked. “Burr, it’s cold in here! There must be some Toros in the atmosphere!” (from Bring It On) Haha, that line never gets old. There’s about to be a woman coming in here and touching me who I don’t even know. Who thought of this? Touching people, touching naked people, touching naked people for money. Weird. This is weird. I’m cold. This reminds me of that other time…
