I went to one last month at my hairdresser’s, and it was, oh, so fun. The first thing we did was soften our hands with a sugar/oil mixture. Then it was off with our shoes, on with the foot lotion and spa socks. A facial, complete with eye pads — and we all sat back with closed eyes, listening to soothing music, while the spa lady came around and gave us hand massages. By the time I got out of there, I was “limp as a wet dishrag” — one of my mother’s favorite expressions.
I’ll be offering margaritas, chips and dip, and fruit. Lots of work, but then I’ll relax. Ahhhhhh . . .Spaaaaaaaaaa . . .