So, lemme tell you about my day yesterday. Those of you who know me already know I am a princess, but sometimes I forget to act like one. Yesterday morning, I woke up, showered and went to get some coffee. Then I went to Nirvana Apothecary and Day Spa, where I spent the next THREE hours acting like the princess that I claim to be. My royal treatment began with a Hot Stone Therapy Massage. Yowza. First of all, my therapist, Pablo, looked an awful lot like Gilberto Martin del Campo, whom, for those of you who know who I am talking about, is not hard to look at. Secondly, (excuse the pun) but his hot stone massage rocked my world. I was thinking it would be all peaceful and quiet and it had moments of that, but mostly it was about Pablo kneading me into a mushy puddle on the massage table. There was some rhythmic, but ambient Eastern music piped into the room and at one point Pablo, quite literally played me like a drum in time to the music. After my stoning, I was whisked into the room across the hall where another nice gentleman scrubbed every inch of me with their Margarita Body Glow Scrub. Then he wrapped steaming towels around me and cleaned me off until I was squeaky. He had a little time left when he was finished, so he balanced my chakras. Then the lovely Joyce came and swooped me up for my Chocolate Pedicure complete with chocolate soak, chocolate scrub and a chocolate paraffin dip. Kerry, the front desk diva, brought me a little baggie of chocolate truffles and a chocolate martini. Later, she brought me a mimosa, just for fun.
So, I know what you are thinking. Wow, she must have been really relaxed after all that pampering, right? Well, not so much.
Granted, I felt great. Really, really great. But a funny thing happened in the midst of all my spoiling.
While Pablo was pounding on me, I began to think of all the ways that I could work the words "rock" or "stone" into my article. I think I actually wrote the first paragraph of my article while he worked out the kinks in my legs.
While I was being scrubbed from head to toe, I began to think about Jimmy Buffet and the fact that I was kind of "wasting away in margaritaville" which made me think of that cast party that I went to where we all did tequila body shots and ended up naked in the hot tub, and that made me think about that guy that I had a crush on back then, who used to smoke Benson & Hedges, which made me think about the fact that I wanted a cigarette, which made me think about that poem that I wrote about smoking and the fact that I wanted to revise it and....well, you get the idea.
At the mag, the other girls are always joking about how they have restless leg syndrome because they can't stop wiggling their legs while they sit at their desks. I think I have restless mind syndrome. Or maybe I am just restless in general. If you have tried to sleep in a bed with me, you know that I can't stay put for very long. If I am sleeping, I am eerily still, but if I am awake, I HAVE to do something. Left to my devices too long, I will probably write a poem about being bored, or looking at ceiling cracks or what my friends sound like when they snore.
Despite the fact that I crave constant stimulation, I am also (as I am sure I have mentioned) a writer. This means, unfortunately, that I never stop writing. Oftentimes, I will scribble down things that amuse/confuse/inspire me on receipts or cocktail napkins or scraps of paper. Because of this, it can be very amusing to go through my purse. The other day, when I went through it , these are the phrases I found....
"If validation were vodka, I'd be an alcoholic."
"Bananas in Pajamas"
"Spoiled cat body pillows"
"Call Amanda for official mag shit and girly accouterments."
"Medgar Evers grandbaby- jury duty"
"I've been thinking about thoughts."
"Patrons withering into seats, beer-soaked mass, jukebox"
"Disturb my natural emotions...."
"The things we manifest, thought related, hopes or predictions?"
"mythster 13"
So, while it is lovely to be treated like a princess, it may, in fact, be wasted on me. My brain's too busy ruling the kingdom of my imagination. I am too busy scribbling down the details. I'll still take that back rub, though. It's a good opportunity for me to get some writing done. If it's good, I may even write about you.
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