This Wednesday my boss threw me a major loop.
The loop? - A pause that would refresh.
From the picture above, I know you're thinking alcohol. Well, you're wrong. Sort of.
For some inexplicable reason a division of my company was throwing a day-long free spa experience for execs. Word wasn't supposed to reach my department, but needless to say it did. My boss knew that I'd been working very hard and unwinding was called for. So, she gave me the secret number in order to get the secret spa address. I immediately placed the call.
A couple of hours later I found the location. It wasn't a spa. It was a restaurant. But, apparently they'd set up a makeshift spa in the upstairs VIP lounge.
The restaurant's rather industrial second floor door opened and things didn't seem makeshift at all. I'd entered Ali Baba's den of iniquity, awash with candle light and sporting a collection of opulent beds.
Was this Plato's Retreat?
No.
In fact, it was a gloriously decadent day spa.
Heaven.
I was immediately offered a Mojito garnished with a stalk of sugar cane and led to one of the decked out beds.
The next hour was a blurr, featuring a soothing hand massage, another Mojito, a back massage and a luxurious foot reflexology treatment with a Margarita scrub - conducted by not one, but two therapists at the same time.
Had the theraptists been a couple of hot men instead of women, I might be there still...
What a marvelous perk!
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