Oh. My. Goodness.
Can we say awkward?
When we arrived we were ushered to a dressing room and told to get dressed in the robes. Hold up: do we take off our bras or leave them on? On one hand I didn't want to be the naive little girl who leaves her bra on for a massage, but I also didn't wanna be the hoochie mamma. I honestly had no clue. So I start racking my brain... think Shanna, think.... And I remember the scene in the movie Because I Said So. (you know, the mom & sisters are all getting massaged as Mandy Moore's character cries with her head in the whole-- yada yada). Answer= no bra. Crisis averted.
When we entered the massage room we were greeted by 2 massuses; a man and a woman. (This wasn't just any man: He was middle aged, foreign, and what always imagined a real life pedifile to look like.) So they told us to undress, get under the covers. The man would be at the left table leaving the woman at the right; Our choice. Hmmm ... let my 14 year old sister go with the pedifile or suck it up & let him massage me?!? So I got massaged/felt up/violated by the nasty 40 something man. He even went so far to tuck the sheet into my panties. I'm thinking this might have been my first and only massage. The rest of the weekend was really good. Codi and I saw 2 movies: Kick Ass and The Last Song. They were total opposites, but both good. We sat in the 40mph wind and witnessed Canyon kick beat PD in baseball (20-0... how sad is that?). I'm thankful for these weekends with my sister. It's hard to believe how close we are considering the age difference. She's at such a cool age right now. She's not quite an adult, but she's really fun to hang out with & we actually have quite a bit in common.
On Sunday mom & dad flew in a little after noon, so we were able to grab lunch with them and spend some quality time before my flight. They even surprised me with a new Tory Burch bag in gratitude for staying with my sister. Best parents ever.
&&& I love my husband even though he got 3 tickets last week.... & pulled over twice. He has the worst luck with cops.
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