So, it is official, after several months in my adopted
hometown of Chicago, I am back in the homeland, and it feels fabulous! If
I never hear three women clamoring to extol the virtues of "this season's
Northface", it will be too soon- later Chicago. Upon arrival back to
LA, I found Jackie P and I had been "Vanderpumped". Now for those of you
not in the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills-know, being Vanderpumped is when
all of your friends have been invited to an event and you weren't, but you only
find out once someone accidentally drops the deets on the event, not knowing
you had not been invited. So the Jackies were Vanderpumped! Sit at
home with a pint of Haagen Dazs? Drown my sorrows in a bag of
PopChips? Wrong! We decided we would rise above and grace Hollywood with our presence at some AMA parties as well as the CULO release party at the Sunset Marquis. CULO is the new photography book by Raphael Mazzuco that focuses on the best part of any woman... her derriere. The new coffee table book from Diddy and Interscope Records
It was great to be invited back to LA with a fun release party, however as her bio suggests, you don't hang out with Jackie without some type of craziness and I woke up Sunday face down on her couch with an untouched Lean Cuisine pizza staring at me from the coffee table to my left and sore muscles from head to toe. Lesson learned from the night before, once you hit 25, you better get your stretch on before you shake your groove thing on the dance floor. Enter, the oasis known as the spa at The Four Seasons. I jumped at the opportunity for a deep tissue and escorted my tense tush to paradise. The spa itself is beautiful, a chic Japanese vibe make the interior feel tranquil and truly spa-like. My massage was... interesting. Something to know about me, I'm an active girl. I love to run several times a week and I do some light weightlifting to maintain some tone. I have a naturally muscular physique, but don't get me wrong, I'm no linebacker. Somehow, when I get massaged, masseuses find that it is their personal mission to break my body into submission, and this delicate flower wants none of that. I knew it was downhill when I got the telling question, "wow, do you play sports?". From there Olga the Enforcer half massaged, half rolfed me into a borderline coma. I literally have bruises today. Don't get me wrong, I needed a deep massage to get me back to fighting shape, but I'm pretty sure she shaved a few years off of my life. At the resolution of the massage she commented on my "high tolerance for pain, I kept wondering when you would say it was too much". Who knew a massage was a test of wills and all I had to do was say uncle? Lesson learned.
All in all, I would still highly recommend the spa, it was beautiful and relaxing, and I do feel like I worked some Culo kinks out.
It was great to be invited back to LA with a fun release party, however as her bio suggests, you don't hang out with Jackie without some type of craziness and I woke up Sunday face down on her couch with an untouched Lean Cuisine pizza staring at me from the coffee table to my left and sore muscles from head to toe. Lesson learned from the night before, once you hit 25, you better get your stretch on before you shake your groove thing on the dance floor. Enter, the oasis known as the spa at The Four Seasons. I jumped at the opportunity for a deep tissue and escorted my tense tush to paradise. The spa itself is beautiful, a chic Japanese vibe make the interior feel tranquil and truly spa-like. My massage was... interesting. Something to know about me, I'm an active girl. I love to run several times a week and I do some light weightlifting to maintain some tone. I have a naturally muscular physique, but don't get me wrong, I'm no linebacker. Somehow, when I get massaged, masseuses find that it is their personal mission to break my body into submission, and this delicate flower wants none of that. I knew it was downhill when I got the telling question, "wow, do you play sports?". From there Olga the Enforcer half massaged, half rolfed me into a borderline coma. I literally have bruises today. Don't get me wrong, I needed a deep massage to get me back to fighting shape, but I'm pretty sure she shaved a few years off of my life. At the resolution of the massage she commented on my "high tolerance for pain, I kept wondering when you would say it was too much". Who knew a massage was a test of wills and all I had to do was say uncle? Lesson learned.
All in all, I would still highly recommend the spa, it was beautiful and relaxing, and I do feel like I worked some Culo kinks out.
Until next time...
Woz
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