Helena and I headed off to the Radisson Hotel and Spa in Sligo for a much-needed pamper day: massage, facial, and lunch — the holy trinity of relaxation. As we were getting ready, I had a flashback to our very first spa day, many years ago. Being total newbies to the whole malarkey, we had one very pressing question: were we supposed to wear underwear or not?
That conversation was still on my mind as I entered the treatment room and was greeted warmly by my masseuse. As I settled myself onto the bed, she politely asked,
“And do you have anything on?”
I panicked.
"Does she mean... my knickers? Is that too crass to say out loud?"
Trying to keep it classy, I swallowed hard and replied,
“Yes… my panties.”
She looked utterly baffled and then stammered,
“I meant… are you doing anything this weekend?”
We both burst out laughing, and even mid-massage, one or the other of us would break into giggles again. I’m fairly sure I made her lunch break storytelling quota.
Thankfully, there were no such faux pas this time around. I spent the most blissful couple of hours being massaged, scrubbed, and moisturised to within an inch of my life. Afterwards, I met Helena in the Relaxation Suite, where we sipped water, reclined on loungers, and — as always — put the world to rights.
When we arrived home, Helena’s husband took one look at our oiled hair (courtesy of the head massage) and our glowing (okay, slightly ruddy) complexions and declared,
“I thought ye were going for beauty treatments? Ye look like shite!”
What we normally look like!
Ah, men. They just don’t get it.
We felt amazing.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow, we will look beautiful.
(Well… that’s the plan anyway.)
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