Sunday Funday

Sunday. It used to be Sunday Funday which involved Softball and Beer. But as I have grown older I have realized that not only do I dislike the feeling of complete loss of control on a Sunday, but I also don't like the added calories that a 12-pack of bud light can add to my ass. Don't get me wrong, I am not a teetotaller by any means. Hell, if I was, most of my family would disown me. But I do like to retain my senses and I enjoy waking up on Mondays feeling refreshed and ready to start the week. Of course, that feeling has dissipated by 11am, but at least the mind set was there to start the day, right? 

Instead of a Sunday Funday filled with Softball and Beer, today is a Sunday Spa Day filled with that once-every-blue-moon urge I have to drop $400 on a day at the spa for some much needed pampering. My acupuncturist told me on Tuesday that no, I could not have 2 weeks off from him. I was required to come back the following Tuesday AND in between the 2 visits I needed to get a massage. (Stressed much?) I took that as a sign that I need to go get pampered. And now I am. 

I have to say I am always a little cautious on going to a spa for the first time. What kind of situation is it going to be? Am I going to do something stupid, like disrobe completely when you aren't supposed to? Does the place live up to all it's hype or are all the 'yelp' reviews people who were paid to write about it? Are the staffers so bored that they made up phony email addresses so they could vote the place the "best of Dallas" for that magazine poll or is it really better than the spa at the Ritz? (Wait a minute, does Dallas even have a Ritz Carlton?? Oh, who cares anyways. I think the Marriott bought them all so they have digressed from what they used to be.)

But I am anxious to go. The first appointment is at noon and I am supposed to show up at 11:30. From the website the place doesn't appear to have all the amenities of the Huntington Hotel in SF (OMG that place is amazing). But it also doesn't appear to require $50 to park at either. I just hope that the girl who answers the phone doesn't get her treatments there. Because she sounded like she is wound so tightly that she may explode any minute. And if that's the case, the spa will receive a BAD review on yelp from me and you, my blog-readers, will have to read about my horrid experience on my blog. And the worst part is I will be stressed out trying to find another spa to indulge myself in - or I'll just say F it and schedule an appointment at the Huntington for my next trip to SF. 

Wish me luck... I need this fresh, clean, new start. I need this more than you will ever know.