Hannibal ad Portas
 |
My first visit to Burke Williams spa was to purchase a gift certificate for a coworker. She was our project manager, the project had been hell, and a few of us wanted to get her something to show our appreciation for her hard work. Upon entering, our senses where overpowered by the air of elegance, the fragrant air, the relaxing sound of running water . The four of us, all men, stumbled in from the bright light, grumbling & grunting, much like barbarians encountering their first Roman bath. Waiting for the gift certificate to print, we examined the various oddities on the walls. What are these wooden balls are rods? We thought it might be a brain-teaser of some sorts & examined it, turning it over & around. If you’re thinking of a chimp looking at a funny stick, you’re not far off the mark. One of the attendants saw our confusion and offered its use “It’s a back massager. Try it.” We looked at it once more suspiciously. How could wooden balls on wooden rods be comfortable? Giving it a go, each of faces changed from skepticism to “oooooooo… that is nice.” After watching today’s France vs. Korea at the Egyptian theatre, Sang, Dave & I headed over to the Hollywood Burke Williams for a little relaxation. Holy Cow. After that, I am now fully converted. I’m not sure what that woman did to my back, but I never had anything so painful feel so good. Thirty minutes of kneading & poking, preceded & followed by a lot of hot tubs, stream rooms & saunas. Man, it’s also surprising how tiring doing nothing can be. |
