I love nothing more than pampering myself, aesthetically speaking. The Diva in me must do something for myself as it relates to my mind, body, and soul, at least once a month. A facial, manicure or pedicure, whatever the case, I make sure to indulge. So on Friday, I took advantage of my free schedule and booked a Signature Massage at one of my favorite day spas in the St. Louis area. I hadn’t had a full massage since March, and it’s been a little hectic in my world, so I knew I was due. When I get a good massage, it’s like a stress reliever for me. My headaches go away, my muscles relax, and I feel like a million bucks. It’s for the betterment of the world that I get a massage every now and then—because if not, well…let’s just say mama ain’t happy.
I had never experienced a Signature Massage before with hot stones and aromatherapy, so I was looking forward to this treat. I wanted a 75 minute experience that would make my toes curl and my knees buckle. A little bit of heaven on earth in the form of Swedish massage.
Stevie, my massage therapist had the Midas touch with her hands, and I instantly fell into a bliss type of situation during the first 10 minutes of the massage. The music was tranquil and her technique was on point. Nirvana, I tell you.
And then, it kind or sort of happened. I must’ve zoned out and fell asleep during the massage. I can tell you, I hardly ever fall asleep during a massage because my mind is usually always racing—what is on my to-do list? Where do I have to go next? What projects are due? It’s hard to fully submit to the feeling of the massage because my mind never stops. So when I noticed I fell asleep (for I think at least 20 minutes), I was certainly surprised.
And as I came to, I was awakened by the sound of myself—snoring loudly. Bear like. Grizzly.
Yes, your girl was snoring during the massage. And I had a tad bit of drool coming out the side of my mouth too. It was so gross! I was certainly embarrassed as I hoped that I wasn’t the first person Stevie had encountered who snored and drooled during their massage.
I so tried to play it off by giggling a little and acting like I was making noises, and not snoring. But I am sure I wasn’t fooling anyone. I was in this nicely maintained posh day spa on the upper echelon part of town and I was snoring and drooling and acting like a peasant. How dare I!
I managed to stay awake for the rest of the massage, but it was hard to do. I almost drifted back to sleep a few times but I caught myself. I had already embarrassed myself once before. Falling into another deep sleep and then talking to myself and snoring and drooling would’ve been a bit too much.
Afterwards, Stevie left the room and I got dressed, feeling all wiggly legged and spry. I was so embarrassed by my performance in the massage room and hoping that she wasn’t outside sharing my faux pas with the other employees.
So a big old A for Stevie and her magic hands. And a big old
FAIL for me and my snoring and drooling activities. I am not sure if I will be able to show my face at that day spa ever again.
Oh, the pain!
Has something like this ever happened to you? Am I the only person to snore and drool during a massage at a day spa? Please share your stories so I don’t feel as bad!