Guys, I am so tired. I had an awesome day full of aromatherapy, lavish showers, and facial massage. Let me explain. My lovely Jordan, as a gift almost a year ago, got me a very generous gift certificate to the Ritz Carlton Spa. Months went by and it never seemed like the right time to use it… either I was in a rush, not in the mood– you get the point. Well, today I was at my Dad’s office picking up my night guard (shut up), and I was like– OHHH Madds! Call the Ritz Carlton to see if they can squeeze you in! And so I did and they happened to have an appointment exactly when I needed it. Score!
Ohh it was glorious. I got there super early, as they suggested, and I relaxed in the steam room, enjoyed a delicious cup of tea, a handful of nuts – I was starving, so they totally came in handy–… you name it they had it… Oh, I also sipped on some delicious cucumber infused ice water. yummm. They pampered me, and were almost uncomfortably attentive. Doors held at every single doorway, empty glasses lifted out of my hands before I could even set them down, fashion and food magazines delivered to my “lounging station” while I awaited my facial appointment. It was just unreal– I can’t even tell you. Right now I am partially comatose and so relaxed from my afternoon of bliss that I don’t know what to say. (plus, to be honest, because I want to always be honest to you, my dear readers, I am watching an episode of Intervention and it’s hard for me to pay attention to this writing situation when there is someone doing hardcore drugs on the tv. awful.)
Back to the post now. pausing Intervention because also, if I watch this before bed I am sure to have really messed up nightmares. The actual facial was so OMG good. The aromas and massages that accompanied the 60 minutes of heaven were unforgettable. Each time a new potion was brushed onto my face I melted deeper into the heated bed and gave it everything I had not to slip into a deep, snoring, drooling sleep. (not that I do those gross things when I sleep. eew.)
After my facial I relaxed for a bit and although I did not want to shower off the scrumptious oils and lotions that had been applied to my face and decollete, arms and legs, I could not turn down the fancy 8 shower head shower — EH HEMM did you read that correctly?! I stepped into a shower that was blasting water at me from EIGHT different locations. 3 on each side, one huge rainfall above my head, and one hand held unit just in case the other seven hoses didn’t hit the spot. The shampoo, conditioner and body wash were liquid velvet and smelled like… iduno, something really good. When I got out of the shower I stepped into the sauna to dry off a bit. I squeezed my wet hair into the hot rocks thing to make smoke shhh, I don’t think you’re supposed to do that, but I did and it was cool.
After that I sampled every single lotion and face serum / moisturizer, combed my hair, returned my OH MY AMAZING bath robe, and put my normal clothes back on… (which happened to be a tres chic, vintage, silk maxi dress from Paris thanks to my mother who, back in the day, decided to save it for the daughter she might have one day). I haven’t felt this rejuvenated and relaxed in a very long time. Thanks Jordy pordy 🙂 and Thanks, Ritz Carlton!
In vintage silk, I found my way to the shop, picked out some really amazing room sprays and candles, and got my parking ticket validated. It was back to the real world. After my lovely and amazing day at the spa, (aka research for all of you people!), I picked up Jordo at work, tried on my night gear for him in his office parking lot, stopped by his mom’s house to fix their wireless internetz issues, and then we came home and had pizza. Great day. Now, time for bedster.
OH MY GEMINI ♥ ‘s the Ritz!
