I would never voluntarily go to a spa to get a massage. I'm one of those weird ones that do not like to be touched by strangers. Touch me and I throw a mean punch...reflexes! For my birthday, my sister got a me surprise: she drove me to The Platinum after taking me out to lunch and she got me a spa gift card. That was very sneaky of her. It's like those people who go on a helicopter to shoot elephants with a dart gun to tranquilize them. Ambush! The reason: "you don't know how to relax."
I had no clue what to expect. I was scared. I was nervous. I didn't want to punch anyone...especially on my birthday. I was given something to drink. I changed into a robe and I was getting more and more tense by the second as I got onto the massage table. It was so comfortable. The robe came off and some weird hands started touching me. I fell asleep almost instantly and my cat-like reflexes were stripped off.
"Time to wake up. Time to wake up..." was all I heard as I was being shaken. That was the deepest sleep I've ever had. Then, I took a shower to get rid of the massage oils and what not. Mani-pedi time! Which was nice to get for free because I would never pay anyone to do something I can do myself.
It was a nice, calming place even for anxious me. I was relaxed the whole time and felt like I was walking on clouds...then we left and hopped on the I-15 and life was back to busy-normal again.