One day E's dad booked E and I into a day spa without us knowing. It was cool, we've never done anything like that before. I gotta say though, call me neurotic, but I found it all a little stressful. Another one of these places where there is all this unspoken etiquette that I don't know about.
We were led through a maze of dark corridors, and quick instructions were given. E was to go to such and such a place, and me somewhere else. I was then left alone, and had no idea what I was meant to do. I had a gown, but was I to keep my undies on, or go starkers under that? I need to be told these things.
Eventually a masseuse came and found me, and was all flustered because we were losing valuable massage time. She whisked me down more dark corridors to a little room, had me lie on a bed thing, and told me to relax. Easy for you to say, Jocelyn.
Anyhow, she then worked a bit of her magic on me, and it was actually really nice. But when she was massaging she was acting like I was a bit of a hopeless case, that I was too far gone. She kept going, Hmmm. Tsk. Hmmmm. Half an hour is not going to do it. You are really in a bad way here. Hmmm. Tsk. Sort of like some one coming to inspect your house and finding the structural beams ridden with termites. Hmmm. Is this supposed to make me relaxed?
Jocelyn said what would really help is for me to do Sun Salutes A and B, a few times a day. I said, yes that seemed like a good idea, but didn't have the heart to ask what the heck a Sun Salute was. Anyway, later on it got better, when I met up with E again, and we pooled, spa'd, sauna'd and steamroomed together for a hour or so. I reckon now that I know more of the rules I could enjoy it more next time. And maybe in the meantime I should take Jocelyn's advice and go and do me some Sun Salutes, of the A and B variety.