r_vecchio | Feb. 26th, 2009

I had a massage yesterday afternoon. What a waste of time and money. The uh, "massage therapist" couldn't have been more inexperienced had they dragged a wino off the street to do it and the pre-massage "steam"? Most uncomfortable thing ever. They put a tent over me and it rests across your neck and it's pretty painful. I wanted one because it promised acu-pressure and stress-relief...they might as well have had Ross Geller rubbing my back with wooden spoons and a Tonka Truck. Uh, yeah, I gave Friends a proper try recently, uh, you know, just to see what all the fuss is about... It's actually pretty good. Usually, I just watch the odd episode if it's on TV but I'm starting from the beginning. Might take me a while to catch them all.

Anyway I complained about the massage because come on, it was hard enough to convince myself to go in the first place - I don't want strangers touching me, I don't know where their hands have been! Had another appointment today, free of charge, of course, and oh my God...

Best massage ever.

I am so chilled right now, you would not believe it. And the ironic thing about it, my masseuse was Supermarket Lady. Can you believe it? I met this woman in the frozen food section and she gave me her number, but I uh, hadn't called yet. And then suddenly there she is. Her name's Heather, she's still charming, and she owns the place. And I saw her wash her hands before she began. Christ, they're magic. For an entire hour I was in heaven on earth. I think I mighta fallen asleep at some point but she was polite enough not to point it out.

Jesus, my head is so clear. I feel fantastic. Bring on next Wednesday.