First up, dinner. We drove around for a bit but, due to the time requirements of our plan for the second step of our date, we were limited to fast food. So we went to Jollibee - a Filipino fast food chain. The food was basic, but good, and the Filipino bakery next door had Ube cake, which was delicious and made the visit more than worthwhile.
Second half of the date? Reflexology massages. Luz has been raving about her favorite reflexology place (Lucky Feet) for the last three years. Since we dropped the boys off at her house, we decided to go for it. Now, let me say that both Robb and I have been to reflexology places before. HOWEVER, tonight was a totally new experience. At various points during our massages we had the (dubious) pleasure of experiencing the following:
- being straddled, multiple times
- getting a butt massage while being straddled ("Um...I don't think I paid for this.....")
- being asked to go shirtless in the communal room (Robb)
- having my bra unhooked and moved out of the way by my male masseuse (Say what???)
- having my bra put back together (Why thank you, sir!)
- getting skin on skin back massages (All our prior reflexology experiences have been 100% clothes ON. Let me tell ya, I was a little worried about how high up my sides those hands were going to go.)
- having our backs massaged via crawling on them/using the knees to massage
- having the masseuse use her knees and thighs to massage the back (Robb: "Wait. Is that a pubic bone I feel?!?")
- and above all else, super, near-insanely INTENSE pressure.
I'm pretty sure this was the most painful massage I've ever had. About 75% of it was acceptable to really good, but about 25% just hurt. HOWEVER, it was most definitely a good story, so we're both pretty happy to laugh about our evening. (Not to mention committed to finding a new reflexology place to try out.) :-)
1 comment:
GOOD GRIEF!!! Better you than me, obviamente. I would have been TOTALLY freaked out (and out of there.) Ryan's always told me how great reflexology is, but . . . ??? Not for me. Glad you have a good story to tell, though (and some time away from the boys.) Good job!
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