Monday, January 26, 2009

Drinks and a Spa Treatment

Coming off a crazy week at work putting together the Earth site, it was time to blow off some steam - and get some sleep.

A pretty uneventful weekend, my coworkers and I did the Silver Spring bar scene for a while on Friday night at a place called Quarry House - a regular after-work hang out for us. Usually, we have the place - a dimly-lighted bar in the basement of an Indian restaurant - to ourselves except a few loners on stools, but on that night it was PACKED. Kasey and I glared at a couple for taking up two tables so they could sit next to each other as we waited for our own table for the first time ever. House chips with dill dip and several rounds of Hoegaarden on tap made up for it though.

Feeling the stress of the week in my shoulders and neck, I splurged on myself on Saturday at Elizabeth Arden Red Door Spa. It was the first time I had been to a spa where you changed into a bathrobe and slippers from the moment you walked in and sipped on water with cucumbers and lemon floating in your glass. I felt like a princess, but it was hard to relax because I had signed up for a seaweed body wrap - something I had never had done before - and while I specifically asked for a female attendant, the receptionist politely told me only a male one was available.

Hiding my nervousness with cute jokes and awkward laughter, I was led into a treatment room by Patrick. Understanding my uneasiness, he walked me through the process of the body scrub to exfoliate my skin, then the seaweed liquid clay application and then a lotion massage to lock in moisture, post-shower. "It detoxifies your skin but dehydrates you," he told me. So lying on a table wrapped up in nothing but towels, Patrick kept the conversation flowing, which really helped me out because I'm a talker so it made me relax.

The seaweed is not like this...

It's more like this...

Things I liked about it: It was very relaxing, felt amazing - kind of weird actually, like cool liquid, and not fish smelling, more like a clay smell - and my skin was baby soft afterwards.

Things I didn't like about it: Even though Patrick was great and he didn't make me uncomfortable, respected my space, and was totally professional, there was still this awkward uneasiness that made me unable to completely relax because he was a guy that I think I would have been able to do if it had been a woman. Maybe because it was the first time I had had a seaweed wrap and I didn't know what to expect, it just left me on guard most of the time.

The other thing was after he put the seaweed liquid on, I was wrapped up tight and warm to bake for 15-20 minutes, which was wonderful and comfortable, but then it was shower time. Patrick left the room while I changed into a robe to be escorted to the showers, but as soon as I got out of the wrap I started shivering uncontrollably. Even in the robe, it was hard to keep my teeth from chattering. I can't really explain why other than the clay-like seaweed cooled down rapidly and wouldn't warm back up.

After Patrick was the facial by Flora, a gorgeous middle-aged Iranian who had better looking skin than mine at any age of my short life. She told me I had this minor skin problem and that minor skin problem, and I ate it up. I couldn't stop noticing her flawless skin so I paid close attention (and even gave into buying a skin product). I felt even more wonderful and relaxed coming out of the facial because having a clean face makes me feel calmer (I usually wash my face as soon as I get home from work) and because my face felt lighter, cleaner and had a nice glow to it - a complete 180 from the facial I had at my first spa experience. That treatment left my face red, scarred and blotchy. Flora made my face have a healthy glow, so I was very pleased.

Sunday was fairly boring. I slept until whenever p.m., something I hadn't done in weeks, and then I got up and made cinnabuns. I cleaned the house, did laundry and took my 3 p.m. on Sunday photo. Erin's in Thailand so I'll present it here for now.

Just my boots after I took them off on our front porch. A lazy Sunday photo to sum up a lazy weekend.

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