Well, Spa Day has come and gone. I’m rather ambivalent about the experience. I mean, on one hand it’s nice to sit in a darkened room listening to rainforest sounds while somebody massages warm goo into you. On the other hand, my face looks exactly the same and my new manicure is ruined already. It was nice to be the Princess for 90 minutes though.
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Mm..spa. I definetely have got to trow that someday. That would be great right after final exams. Luck you 🙂
i personally stick to the hour massage when i’m going for major pampering, which isn’t nearly as often as it should be.
the thought of people touching my face kinda creeps me out although i used to think the same about pedicures. i had my first-ever pedicure last summer and actually enjoyed it!
as for manicures, i wind up picking the polish off before i can get any miles out of it.
Well, she glopped three very thick coats on without waiting for them to dry in-between. Then she told me not to touch anything for an hour. So I walked home with my arms stuck out like a zombie and sat patiently on the couch. And guess what? They didn’t fully dry til this morning. Like, twelve hours later. By that time I had given in and started touching things, so of course they’re all smeared and smushed and ugly. And it was such a pretty light purple color too!
you should go back and ask to have them redone. spas aren’t just your run-of-the-mill $10 nail joint and they should really go out of their way to satisfy their customers to insure a higher rate of return. don’t forget to drop the fact that you’re actually a neighbor and not some yank on holiday. 😉
Well, technically I’m the one that messed them up. All because I couldn’t wait 12 hours to eat or go to the bathroom. Silly me. 🙂