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Truth be told, a few months ago, I wanted a massage, and though I knew there was a Massage Envy less than a mile away, I was.... well.... suspicious. Would this be like a fast food joint, but massage style? Would it lack ambiance? (I'm all about ambiance...), would the lighting be unbearable? Would I be unnerved by the uniforms? Would my therapist be lifeless and cookie-cutter?
Regardless of my hesitations, I was pulled in with the $39 initial offer. I walked in on a Sunday evening (in Vegas, they have later hours on weekends) and was immediately calmed by the atmosphere. Soothing taupe walls, low, warm lighting, zen-like music, cozy couches, and beverages while you wait. So far, so good. I sat down in a plush, eggplant-hued sofa, surrounded by pillows, while i nervously awaited my therapist to collect me.
Now, I can't speak to all of the massage therapists, because I have never been willing to not use.... Julian. He's just that good. I'm sure the rest of the therapists are fabulous too, but I'm sure I'll never know. Julian is unassuming, jovial, friendly and chatty (when you want to chat, which I usually do. He's more than willing to shhhhh when you want quiet). Being a people person, I was happy so far. So, I got the run-down, and off I went into massage land. All of my fears that the fast-food massage place would disappoint were assuaged. I was given a high-quality, deep, amazing, professional massage and spent an hour in muscle-soothing bliss. Let's just say I have a new addiction.
Next time you're in the mood for a fast food burger? Skip it, and go get a massage instead. :)
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