SEARCH

CONTACT WOMANROCK

So, for $70 you get the whole shebang at a super high-end spa. First I was treated to a relaxation room where I chilled out waiting for my appointment. I sat next to a roaring fire in a cozy pink robe, sipping cucumber infused water and snacking on raw nuts and dried fruit. Free lunch! Then I was introduced to my massage therapist, Adam, a rugged fresh faced young man, with bulging biceps. HOORAY! Already I'm having a super time.

Adam than proceeded to give me a luxurious foot bath (!) and suddenly this ragged rock star in training is transformed into Cleopatra, with a handsome young servant literately kneeling at her feet. (Her now very clean and very soft feet).

Adam whisks me away into a private room, where relaxing music is being piped in through the speakers. There are fresh flowers everywhere and Adam tells me to take everything off while he leaves the room. I should wait for him under the towels on the massage table.

Already I'm drifting, off on a little fluffy cloud high away from the highway and the stage and floating along. The towels and the sheets are heated. Mmmm... Soft scents of lavender fill the air. Mmmm... Yummy.

Adam knocks and enters and begins what I can only refer to as a blissed out journey through the solar system. His hands are warm. The pressure is strong as he starts to work on my neck.

Mmmmmmm...

He moves to the back of my right shoulder. Oh, that is the spot!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...

I wonder if therapists want you to oooh and ahha on their table. I just can't resist. When something feels this good the neurotransmitters in my brain receive the information and directly link it to my mouth which opens almost involuntarily and gasps and moans with sounds of happiness.

"So, you like to be touched, huh?" says the owner of the magic hands, startling me. I forgot I wasn't the only person present on my journey to the stars.

Adam and I start to chat a bit and all too soon I sadly realize that more than half the time has elapsed. It is a law of nature that time does not fly by faster then when one is on a massage table. I tell him this.

"Oh, I know", says Adam. "60 minutes and I'm just getting started. There is so much to get to. So many areas that need special attention. The other day I gave a pal of mine a two and a half hour massage, and boy was that perfect. She was a complete goner after that. You think an hour massage feels good, you can't imagine another hour and half on top of that. Judging by your reaction so far you would beyond love it."

"Two and a half hour hours? My god!" All of a sudden I was possessed. Like a crazy drug addict desperate for another fix.

"Let's do it!" "Let's do 2 ½ hours. I don't care what it costs. I'll hock my damn guitar if I have to! I have to have more!"

Adam chuckled. "Whoa. I wish all my clients were as appreciative as you! Oh, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have put that idea into your head. You unfortunately are my last client. The room is booked after you so we have to stick to an hour."

"WAH!"

"Don't be sad. We'll do it again. It's too bad you live in New York City. If you lived here in Oklahoma you could be here every week."

"Oh, I KNOW! If I lived here in Oklahoma I would be here every week. Even though I'm kinda glad I don't live in Oklahoma, truthfully, cause like most of this state voted for Bush, except of course, you live here and..." etc, etc, as I went on blabbing with incoherent speech as now Adam had moved on to a full on head massage. Oh man. Am really on the moon now.

"Well, when do you have to leave town?" he asks.

"Tomorrow."

"That's too bad. You know, maybe one day you can make enough money and take me out on the road with you. It's always been my dream to travel and tour with a rock band. I really want to get out of Oklahoma and see the country."

"Are you kidding? I would take you and dump my drummer if I could afford it!"

"Well, maybe you can someday." "Or, hey" he said half joking "you can raise the funds to fly me out to NYC."

"Yeah right, I could imagine what that would cost to have you massage me for days in New York City."

"Actually", he said, now more serious, "the trip alone would be payment enough. I would be happy to just have a free trip to New York. I've never been there. I would massage you every day for two and half hours. Your friends too."

20 minutes later he was booked on a round trip flight from Oklahoma City to New York City leaving in 2 weeks. It was $200.

My friends thought I was insane including next door neighbor Pamela.

"Are you crazy? Where is he gonna stay?"

"In my back room. I don't care. Anywhere. He can have the bed. I'll sleep in the closet."

"Lucy, you are insane."

Adam arrived in NYC without a hitch and with a massage table in tow. Later, as Pamela was receiving her head massage she groaned in agreement.

"Great idea Lucy. This was the greatest idea you ever had. Every month, every month we are flying Adam in from Oklahoma. You are a genius Lucy."

"Sounds good to me," said Adam.

"Thought you would see it my way." I said and boom. A personal masseuse was born.

Roadsign photo art courtest of Amy Hill.

Bari Koral is a New York City-based independent musician and a regular contributor to the WOMANROCK Magazine. You can find out more about her at www.barikoral.com.

© 1999-2004. WOMANROCK.com.  All Rights Reserved.