I'd just stuffed myself at Empanada Mama and decided to walk through Times Square to get to my much needed calorie-burning Redcord class. After dodging Elmo, Hello Kitty, the naked cowboy plus the sidewalk-barricading, sky-scraper gawking, GAP-wearing tourists; I found respite in Bryant Park. And in an instant I became the tourist. In my own city!
I like to think of myself as being pretty open. In fact, I like a little bondage from time to time. But I also prefer human touch to machines and toys. At Spa Ja, where I treated myself to what I imagined a relaxing Herbal Detox Wrap, human touch was replaced with a high-tech, computer-controlled torture chamber called Oceana 5.
