Massages and More

More about our spa weekend getaway:

So, after reporting my running shoes as lost on Saturday morning, we proceeded to the spa to continue to pamper ourselves with a massage and body wrap. Now, I am uncomfortable with strange men touching my body, even if it is in a professional setting like a doctor's office or a spa facility. So, I was quite surprised to see a male masseuse waiting for me in the treatment room. I had also had a male specialist work on my facial on Friday, but he was clearly gay so I didn't care. My masseuse, however, was not clearly gay, so the entire time he was "massaging" my body, all I could think about was whether or not he was gay, whether this constitutes as cheating, whether or not I should enjoy this massage or be wracked with guilt that a strange man is touching my body. It was even weirder when he started digging his fingers into my butt...I mean, it felt good, but it also hurt like hell because my glutes were still sore from a workout two days ago. In comparing this male masseuse to the female one I last had, he was more forceful with his motions, therefore resulting in getting deeper into my sore muscles, which was good. In the end, however, I didn't enjoy the massage as much as I could have because I couldn't confirm whether he was gay or not.

After my massage, I waited for my seaweed body wrap. You can imagine my surprise when my gay facialist was waiting for me in another treatment room. Okay, I didn't care that a gay man was working on my face, but having him see me naked was another thing, even if he is gay. Anyhow, I felt rushed throughout the process and seaweed stinks, but the sixteen head shower was pretty cool.

I later learned from my friend that they had disposable panties for the body wrap so the exfoliant/scrub/pasty thing didn't ruin your real undies. I was not offered the disposable panties from my gay facialist/beautician/dude. I was buck naked. This discovery did not make me feel any better.

Upon our return from the spa, I decided to call the guests in Room 799 to ask about my size 7 Aasics running shoes, with red paint in the left shoe, that I left in a small black bag in the closet of Room 799. After a day of shopping at the Napa Premium Outlets, watching the Christmas parade in downtown Napa, spending oodles of money at Wal-Mart, and watching RENT at the movies (never seen the theater version but I hope it's much better than the corny movie), we return to our room with absolutely no message from the Resort or the Guests from Room 799 about my shoes.

So before we checked out of the resort on Sunday, I first call the Guests in Room 799 to ask about my shoes. When there was no answer, I call the front desk to ask about the shoes again and they had my shoes! It was turned in by the Guests of Room 799 on Saturday evening! And they didn't think to call to tell me about it??? WTF??

Well, I finally get my shoes back and we pack up to head home. We had lunch in the downtown Napa where we also visited numerous chocolate stores (mint chocolate truffle is yummy).

Overall, it could have been a better weekend.