Ah....Relaxation.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Just got back from the "spa day" with my mother. Wow. I'm relaxed (somewhat), have pretty toes and smell like some sort of oil stuff. Mmmm.

The day started off well with a delicious breakfast and a waitress (or is it PC to call them servers now???) who thought I was a bit wacko. You see, I didn't order straight off the menu. I figured if I was going to pay for it, I wanted it my way so I picked an item off the menu, and asked her to remove a few things. Doesn't sound so bad but I asked her to remove the eggs which was the main part of the meal. Needless to say, we had a good time with her and because she was such a good sport, she got a fairly big tip. On to the spa...

We had to wait about 20-25 minutes as one of the massage therapists was running late getting to work (what is it with me and appointments lately?). However, it was worth the wait. We had to cut our massages short but they didn't charge us the full price and I get a 1/2 hour free the next time I come in (Suh-weet!). Mom opted for the deep tissue massage and I went for relaxation. Fortunately I did not reach the point of relaxation that results in drooling and snoring. Perhaps if we had had the full time then it would have. Afterwards, it was time to put the clothes back on and soak our feet in mini (foot sized) hot tubs. Doesn't mom look relaxed after her massage? And no that's NOT wine in the glasses - its vodka (I kid). It's actually just plain old cold water and we also each had an herbal tea. Mmm, blueberry.

The spa we went to (Spa Opus) has these fabulous chairs which have back massagers built into them so that you get double duty. The lovely estheticians massage your feet and calves while the chair continues the massage on your tailbone and full back. I need to get one of those for home. I'd never get out of it. Seriously, after the massage earlier, I was sure we were both going to nod off at any moment. Thankfully we did not and the girls at the spa kept us in stitches with their conversation (hilarious).

We opted for the "Spa Pedicure" which included paraffin wax, the calf massage, and the exfoliating scrub (which they do up the knee). If I had unlimited wealth, I'd have to have my very own esthetician at my beck and call. Delightful. However, the wax takes a bit of getting used to. It was a bit hotter than I was anticipating and sticking your foot into a bag of the stuff reminded me almost of stepping into a fresh pile of doggy doo doo. However, the smell from the wax was much more delightful. After bagging our wax covered toes in plastic, they wrapped them up mummy-style to keep in the warmth.

There were plenty of comments on my largest tattoo (the "beanstalk") while getting my pedicure. However, it was a bit weird to hear "Wow, I love that" from the women massaging warm oil into my lower back. Relax, she was talking about the tattoo... I think. After the paraffin, we were onto the actual polishing. Mom, who I don't think has EVER painted her toenails, opted for (on the advice of her esthetician) a very saucy, sassy, sexy glossy red. I, on the other hand, opted for a more earthy tone which went with my complexion - a glittery bronzeish colour. The staff at Spa Opus are fabulous and if you're in the Edmonton area, I'd recommend going. I'm heading there at the end of the month for a manicure (a girl needs to make sure the nails on the feet and hands match, right?).

After letting the nails dry for about 20 minutes, we took our newly fabulous feet and headed off for lunch. Looking at the clock, it turns out we had been there for four hours!!! Wow. No wonder we were hungry. Unfortunately we couldn't think of a decent place to go for lunch as we weren't really dressed for a nice, sit down restaurant but we didn't want fast food. We settled, against our better judgement, for Boston Pizza. Yuck. I took a few bites of my penne, realized that the sauce tasted like Chef BoyArDee (which they actually use at Mario's - never go there) and the veggies which should have been sauteed were actually raw. The manager came over when I sent it back. Mom was impressed (a few years ago I would have suffered and ate it, without letting them know there was anything wrong).

All in all, a pretty darned good day. Mom had a blast and loved being pampered. It made me feel good to make her feel special.

5 comments:

Wandering Coyote said...

Wow, it sounds fabulous. I am not comfortable being massaged since I had a bad experience a couple of years ago with a male massage therapist. Long story. And what is it with Boston Pizza? I had a bad experience in Van in January. Glad you sent the meal back!

kelly said...

a great way to spend the day good for you

kelly said...

except maybe for the colour on the nails

Red said...

Pretty toes!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Your feet look great. My one indulgence is a regular pedicure - it's medicinal, right?

I have never had a good meal at Boston Pizza - it all tastes like canned dog food. It won't kill you, but it won't make you happy either.

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