Tushy Massage?

For the first time in a long while, I had a weekend off. Aside from the threats of a Nor Easter, I was not letting anything stop me from getting a massage.

See, for my birthday (back in October) Hubby and the kids gave me the best gift ever... a gift certificate to the Spa. As luck would have it, I have been busy since then. So I vowed that even if I had to build an Ark, I would row my way to a massage.

And there I was sitting in my bath towel, paging through some design magazine and enjoying a glass of lemon water. I definitely needed this moment to regroup. I'm unfortunately not wealthy enough to enjoy this luxury every month, but I'm smart enough to recognize when my body is ready to shut down from pure neglect.

A happy woman with burgundy highlights (Oh yes she did) came out to greet me. She asked me a few questions about health problems, stress, etc. as we headed to the room. Before long, she began.

The massage was scheduled for 45 minutes. Now keep in mind, I've had massages before. There are all types of massages, but for the most part, you dress down to your undies with no bra. A warm sheet is over you, but is pulled down to your undies when they are working on your back.

Well, apparently I signed up for something just a little different yesterday. Yes my friends, I received a tushy massage.

Do I feel violated? Well, I have to admit, at first I was a little confused since this extra feature was never included in past massages. But then, I had an epiphany, or should I say, a funny memory.

Do you remember that episode of Friends when Phoebe was asked to massage her clients sciatic nerve? Well if you don't, or you never got a chance to see it, I provided a clip. I hope it makes you laugh just as hard as it made me laugh. Sometimes humor is in the strangest of places.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWxL6wrZfuw