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03-24-2000 Back to all Archives Back to 2000: January - March Archives Back to Current Entry list |
I leave Singapore tomorrow morning, bright and early, and fly home to California. And I have to admit that I'm looking forward to it. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not that I haven't enjoyed this trip. It's just that I miss things. I miss food that I can not only recognize, but has names I can pronounce. I miss cars driving on the right side of the road instead of the left. I miss the nice, dry air. I miss my cats piling onto my bed at night and purring me to sleep. I miss being in relatively the same time zone as my friends and family. I miss electrical outlets that work without converters or little 'on' switches. Heck, I just miss *home*. I took advantage of my current location today, however. After all, how could I justify passing up the opportunity for excessive pampering when there was such a wonderful spa on the first floor of the hotel? I got a massage. Oooh.... I've had a massage before....well, sort of. When I was planning the bachelorette party for a good friend, she made me promise (albeit VERY reluctantly. Sniffle) that there would be no male stripper. So I did the next best thing. I hired a male masseuse. Get your mind outta the gutter, folks, he really *was* a masseuse. Throughout the party everyone had the opportunity to get a 20-minute massage. He remained fully clothed, as did all us ladies. While the massaging was going on, the rest of us had fun with party games (can I just say that I was rather proud of my 'special' list of words that I came up with for the X-rated Pictionary we played? And then there was the lovely cake that another friend made that was...um....anatomically correct). But anyway, I digress. That's been the only time I've ever had a 'real' massage. So, after spending quite a few hours walking around downtown Singapore, shopping, the massage today was wonderful. I walked out almost purring, completely relaxed, and retired to my room for some overpriced room service (and, of course, the nightly truffle). There are some things I wish I could take home with me from this trip. The bathroom, for example. Tomorrow before I leave, I'm going to take a picture of the bathroom so that if I *do* decide to build my house, I can just show the contractor the snapshot and say "see this? I want it just like this!" And having access to pampering like that on a regular basis would be quite lovely too. |