poetree
Sun, Mar-04-07, 10:57
I have steady work doing on-call massage therapy and couples massage at a fabulous upscale hotel and this year decided to book myself a room for my 48th birthday. The rooms have big, deep spa tubs in them as well as Bose stereo systems, plasma tvs (though I'm not much of a Tv watcher save for the Daily Show with Jon Stewart), fireplace, microwave, fridge, local-roasted coffee in the coffee machines, two-headed tile showers, towel warmers, etc., etc.
Well the staff here really like me because I put smiley faces on their guests so when I arrived they'd left a huge basket of goodies on the table plus a bottle of champagne and a decadent little cake with a candle in the fridge. I passed on the basket but I did have a glass of champagne and a few bites of the darkest chocolate cake I've ever tasted. Oh. My. God. Didn't take much to satisfy and I decided this special occasion was going to be guilt-free. I had a massage and ordered dinner delivered (blackened salmon with butter and herb brocolli and cauliflower) and fell asleep listening to the ocean.
I'm writing this from my super-soft luxurious bed with a million thread-count egyptian cotton sheets-- a coffee on the bedside table and Ray Charles on the Bose, thinking this is one of the best birthdays I've ever had. Sometimes you just have to throw your own party. :cheer:
Well the staff here really like me because I put smiley faces on their guests so when I arrived they'd left a huge basket of goodies on the table plus a bottle of champagne and a decadent little cake with a candle in the fridge. I passed on the basket but I did have a glass of champagne and a few bites of the darkest chocolate cake I've ever tasted. Oh. My. God. Didn't take much to satisfy and I decided this special occasion was going to be guilt-free. I had a massage and ordered dinner delivered (blackened salmon with butter and herb brocolli and cauliflower) and fell asleep listening to the ocean.
I'm writing this from my super-soft luxurious bed with a million thread-count egyptian cotton sheets-- a coffee on the bedside table and Ray Charles on the Bose, thinking this is one of the best birthdays I've ever had. Sometimes you just have to throw your own party. :cheer: