Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Getting that Parasympathetic nervous system under control

Tonight I went to the home of a gal I know through the local organic food store. She's trying to build her massage business, and I like to support local business, so off I went. She lives fairly close, so the bike ride took less than five minutes to her place.

She lives with two roommates, who were at the back of the apartment, behind two closed doors. The front room had been converted to a massage area, complete with candles and soothing music. It was nice. She left me to get undressed and under the sheet; I have to say, it's a bit odd to be stripping in the living room of people you barely know. Unless, of course, you're SP.

All I can say is that after a week of stress chest pain and general wound-up-ness (and being stung on the neck on the way home by some wasp-y creature that collided with me on the bike path), I am now a limp noodle. I'm going back; oh, yes I am.

Just like SP.

7 comments:

SP said...

Yeah yeah yeah.

JC said...

Yah! Yah Yah Yah!

SP said...

Really?

JC said...

We've got to get that girl!

SP said...

But only after we get that promotion out!

Andrew said...

I can't believe he told you this!!

JC said...

I think he finds it sweet.

Oh, and by the way, Andrew, c'est la douche.