a night at the spa

because i am a sucker and because i feel badly saying no to anyone when they ask me to do something, i promised a co-worker that i would have a beauty control party to help her out. so last night was the night of rest and relaxation. we manicured our hands and rubbed one foot with peppermint lotion and the other with margarita lotion and then we put on steaming hot footies and wrapped warm terry cloth stress relievers around our necks. we closed our eyes after putting on chilled eye pads, pushed up our sleeves for a one arm message, and felt the citrus smell of a herbal moisturizing mist being sprayed in our faces. and all this time i am supposed to be calm and relaxed and thinking of a far off place where serenity flows. this is also the time i realize why i am not cut out for these things. while everyone else is doing their proper breathing (in with the nose- out with the mouth) i'm thinking of how funny i must look with the dumb eye patches on and then start giggling wondering if anyone else is really that peaceful. when i peeked- they were. every one of them were being good, so i crawled back into my neck wrap and replaced the cooling eye bandages. the last time i went to one of these my mother dropped one of her heated footies into her foot bath right in the middle the zen moment. we started snickering- then giggling- then laughing- then out right roaring. the nice beauty control lady finally just turned on the lights and tried to sell a few things. we had ruined the moment. i remembered this last night and tried to be good. but i also remembered again why i hate these grown up ladies parties. i'm too silly. too immature. i'm supposed to be one of the grown-up's , but that little kid in me rears its head at the most innopportune times. spa-schmaw. at least my wrinkles are from happiness.