Sweet surprises are good

This is where I was headed today.A pretty drive over the hill from Santa Barbara to visit my friend, Ezron. We were headed to a movie and then a hike.

When I got there, it was late for the movie, he said, and I had to get back kind of early, so we got in his car. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"The casino," he said.

He works there as a videographer and after two years of knowing him, I'd finally see where he works. We got out of the car and the valet took it away. I followed him into the pretty hotel lobby and he said, "We're a little late, they might get mad a me a little bit."

"Should I turn off my phone?" I asked. Maybe they started some kind of show?

"If you want." He shrugged and smiled.

Then we were in front of the spa and he was saying to the girl at the counter, "We have a 1:10 appointment."

"Are we getting massages?"

"You are. See you in an hour."

And he left.

He led me to the jowls of heaven and left me there defenseless in the maw of delight.

Such a surprise it was, so completely out of left field, me standing there barely kempt in hiking clothes and a pony tail after weeks of too-tired-to-look-cute, entering a flute-music-overhead spa with ladies used to luxury.

Have you ever tried using a tissue face down on a massage table with your face sticking through one of those padded donuts? Once on the table, I cried.

So so sweet. And no more shoulder kink.


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