Dear Sweet Skinnyass Liz

Tonight was Spa Night. Ri, Sonia and I each used gift certificates for an hour long massage. Of course I got deep tissue, which is my preference, and of course who comes out to give me said massage - a praying mantis of a girl. Ok so she was over 21 but she was literally about 100 pounds which as you know is the size of one leg. Inanyevent, she makes Side Salad look like a Ceasar for two. So, I can picture it, she is going to strain herself working my back. So, we go into the room, I disrobe and get comfy under the HOT blankets. Not sure why it was so hot and the AC wasn't working but it was ok. the sheets smelled so clean and fresh. and then liz asked the appropriate questions: how ya feeling? any pain? where do you want to work today? why deep tissue? etc. So, I tell her about my burn (which i reipped to shreds last night and is pretty ugly, and my broken toe and yeah feel fine get to work.

Let me tell you, this skinny little thing worked my back like no other. Way better than my best masseuse (carlos in puerto rico) EVER! She got on that table and worked those elbows into my back - I literally started drooling. NOw, I had prepped for the event by shaving but I wasn't particularly careful about all spots. She was working my legs and she sort of was rubbing in areas that I had not considered shaving because HELLO who would have thunk she would have basically followed my panty line. Of course it was not unprofessional or smarmy just unexpected to say the least. Clearly she is not a germaphobe because they way she was massaging me, would have caused me to get right into that Silkwood shower ASAP!

In anyevent, if you need a good massage therapist - go see liz, she can HOOOK IT UP!! Of course she is probably crippled and living in an ice bucket after working me but hey - she was good.

Serenity! and this time I mean it!