The first professional massage I ever got was in Port Elizabeth, South Africa from a reflexology student who told me the zit on my butt cheek was caused by vibe blockage. (I'm working on that).
The most recent massage I ever got was yesterday, from Chris at Spa Mandalay, who kneaded me into a buttery pie dough and left me cooling on a sun-dappled windowsill. Chris is a tremendous masseuse and an all-around stand-up guy with a soothing baritone voice and entertaining stories about studying to work in wildlife management in the 1990s. Now he's giving back rubs on the Las Vegas strip, which is to say, sometimes life doesn't take the path you thought it would, but I was happy to benefit from Chris's unanticipated detour.