I was admittedly jealous of my EX for a few reasons. 1. His spontaneity 2. His fearlessness 3. His damned eyelashes! I tried every drug store brand to fancy department store brand of mascara on the market but nothing could rival the length and volume of his god-given lashes.
The pop of a champagne cork in the quiet of a secluded beach. A toast to another year of love as the sun traces a brilliant path along the still, aquamarine water and tucks itself behind the clouds. The gentle caress of the heat at dusk as the powdery cool sand embraces our feet. A celebratory kiss.
It had admittedly been a long time so maybe my expectations were too high. But it's hard to settle for anything less than ecstasy after knowing what real heat and pure chemistry feels like. The kind that permeates your body and transports your mind far beyone reality and into the ethereal. The kind that has you sweatin' and jonesin' for more.
The historic Russian & Turkish Baths on E10th St were a major disappointment for this Indie Girl seeking refuge from the rapid-paced concrete jungle of NYC. It was like a bachelor pad version of a spa that felt purely functional and devoid of any atmosphere or amenities conducive to relaxation and pampering. Nor was there any sense of hospitality; just a stern faced dude in a Kangol who assumed I knew the services, policies and procedures of this old-school facility, chock-full of regulars who already knew the drill.
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.
Greeted by the tranquility of a cascading 3-story waterfall, you enter the urban oasis known as the Water Lounge at the Great Jones Spa. Soft streams of sunlight peer through the skylights creating tranquil serenity; perfect for relaxation and rejuvenation.
