Spa Week Specials
Spa week in New York was two weeks ago, and I managed to book an appointment for the Boy and I at the Lia Schorr Day Spa in the Upper East Side for last Saturday. Even though it wasn't spa week anymore, Lia Schorr was extending their spa week specials as a promotion. So, I booked a facial for myself and a massage for the Boy for only $50 each.
I was a bit excited because Lia Schorr got rave reviews, and I'd never had a real facial done before. I made the appointments in order to give us enough time to catch a movie premiering at the Tribeca Film Festival.
But I have the worst luck with appointments. Quite often, my appointments and reservations equate to nothing because the staff usually forgets I'm there even though I remind them occasionally. I showed up 15 minutes early for my 11:45 appointment and waited an hour before the facialist took me. The Boy went in for his massage right away, pretty much defeating the purpose of going to the spa together and not having to wait for eachother.
By the time the facialist took me, the Boy had about 10 minutes left to his massage. My facial was supposed to last 75 minutes, so the Boy would have to wait about an hour for me, too. The facialist could tell that I was annoyed. This is exactly why it's called a Day Spa-a one hour appointment will take up your entire freakin' day.
The facialist was a soothing, pleasant lady, though, so I forgot about the wait and decided to be nice. She gave me a very relaxing neck and shoulder massage. The facial wasn't bad, either, but I found out that my skin's too sensitive to have all of these things done to it all at once. The facialist massaged my face, steamed it, squeezed it, picked it, and slathered on various masks and lotions. My face looked red, irritated and worn out for the next week and a half.
It was so late by the time I got out that we missed the Tribeca Film Festival movie. The Boy and I ended up running errands together in the Upper West Side for the rest of the day. The upside of this is that the Boy and I both discovered that neither of us finds the whole spa experience to be a pampering one.
I was a bit excited because Lia Schorr got rave reviews, and I'd never had a real facial done before. I made the appointments in order to give us enough time to catch a movie premiering at the Tribeca Film Festival.
But I have the worst luck with appointments. Quite often, my appointments and reservations equate to nothing because the staff usually forgets I'm there even though I remind them occasionally. I showed up 15 minutes early for my 11:45 appointment and waited an hour before the facialist took me. The Boy went in for his massage right away, pretty much defeating the purpose of going to the spa together and not having to wait for eachother.
By the time the facialist took me, the Boy had about 10 minutes left to his massage. My facial was supposed to last 75 minutes, so the Boy would have to wait about an hour for me, too. The facialist could tell that I was annoyed. This is exactly why it's called a Day Spa-a one hour appointment will take up your entire freakin' day.
The facialist was a soothing, pleasant lady, though, so I forgot about the wait and decided to be nice. She gave me a very relaxing neck and shoulder massage. The facial wasn't bad, either, but I found out that my skin's too sensitive to have all of these things done to it all at once. The facialist massaged my face, steamed it, squeezed it, picked it, and slathered on various masks and lotions. My face looked red, irritated and worn out for the next week and a half.
It was so late by the time I got out that we missed the Tribeca Film Festival movie. The Boy and I ended up running errands together in the Upper West Side for the rest of the day. The upside of this is that the Boy and I both discovered that neither of us finds the whole spa experience to be a pampering one.
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