A Grueling Day at the Spa

Today, Michelle and I spent some time at Glen Ivy, a resort spa, hot springs near our house. I’m chlorinated, ex-foliated, and sooo relaxed I can barely keep my eyes open. We basked in pools of mineral water and then rubbed mud all over our bodies. I found a spa with a nice, firm jet and set about obliterating the stiff bundle of muscles and nerves plaguing my lower back.


(Working out those kinks)

I feel like the Calgon lady after a relaxing bath…

I know, I know. First THE BACHELORETTE, and now a day spa? What’s next? Getting my nails done?

Easy, easy, Loyal Reader. Just remember, I have an awesome beard and I am the exact opposite of Metrosexual Man (no offense if metrosexualism is your thing). But look, if you’re feeling a bit rundown, you owe it to yourself to visit one of these spas. This isn’t a male / female thing. This a human aches and pains thing.

My only complaint is expense. A day’s admission ain’t cheap. But what are you going to do? Public swimming pools really suck. I don’t appreciate the sweating, squawking crowds (our local pool – the one we pay HOA fees to use – is always overrun with large families from other neighborhoods). Glen Ivy is much quieter. It has a bunch of pools spread throughout the resort. They are all powered by mineral water from a natural hot spring and are filled with old ladies who have nothing better to do than bake in the sun and wrinkle up (further) in the water. Completely private alcoves are tough to come by (the place was pretty crowded for a Tuesday afternoon), but at least the oldies keep to themselves. Besides, nobody is belly flopping or playing chicken while I’m trying to get my chill on. Oh, and like I mentioned earlier, they have a mud pool where you can pack it on, bake in the sun, and then rinse off. Your skin will love you for the attention.

Curses! My fingers are just too pruned to go on.

Good night then, Loyal Reader. ’til tomorrow, where the subject will probably encompass something a little more apropos with my horror writer status.

This has nothing to do with nothing, but it’s good for a laugh. I feel I owe you something for dropping on by. If you haven’t seen it, it’s one of the funniest viral videos I’ve ever seen.  If you’ve experienced it, be sure to share it with a friend.

Okay then, Loyal Reader, I proudly present…The Honey Badger.

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2 Responses to “A Grueling Day at the Spa”

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