Last night I went to get a massage. I heart massages. I don't get them nearly as often as I should. Mainly because I can always think of somewhere else to spend $100+ dollars. However, when my coworker Nicole told me about Healing Mountain Massage School, my life changed. I've been to The College of Massage Therapy before and couldn't handle the florescent lights and the gigantic room separated by sheets. I just couldn't relax. However, Healing Mountain has individual rooms just like a real spa (I like to pretend). AND you can have a recently licensed massage therapist give you a massage instead of a student. AND it's only $35. Where do I sign?
Once coworker Nicole told me about this, I immediately emailed roommate Nicole and told her I was scheduling massages for both of us. Among our many similarities is the fact that we love to pamper ourselves. So I scheduled the massages and then made a paper chain to count down the days until our massages.
So yesterday came. The Day of the Massage. There were no more paper chains to tear off and I was excited. I emailed Nicole and asked if she was as excited as I was. And well, she forgot. SHE FORGOT ABOUT THE MASSAGE! How that is possible I don't know? Well I do know. She is becoming a grown up and buying her own condo. She's leaving me in the process and I am denial about the whole thing.
Anyway. She forgot and was double booked and couldn't get out of her other plans. And the wonderful and lovely friend that she is called and paid for my massage because she felt so bad. Who does that? Seriously? I need more friends like her.
So I walk into the school/spa and go to the receptionist to give her my name. And this was our conversation:
Me: Hi, I'm Natalie. I have a 7:00 appointment.
Receptionist: Oh ok let me check. It looks like your husband already paid for you, tip included, so you can just leave right after you are done.
and without skipping a beat I replied:
Oh! Isn't that sweet? My husband is the best. He always does these little surprises for me.
Imaginary husbands are the best! Aren't they?