My mother is visiting from Iowa so we've been doing fun things this week like seeing Sherlock Holmes at the premium cinema (has booze and food), seeing Wicked, eating lots of good food, and a 90 minute massage at a day spa nearby. I decided that since I'm still kind of banged up from the pajama pant incident I would try a hot stone massage since that involves less squeezing and pressing.
Let me just say that my mind is my own worst enemy most of the time. I have to read a book or do a crossword puzzle before sleeping in order to tire it out and distract it with something to chew one while I drift off. So while I love love love going to the spa and getting a massage, I never manage to relax into it all the way because my damn brain won't shut off.
Here are some of the things the voices in my head say to me:
In the locker room -
"OK, time to put on the robe. I love these robes. So big and roomy! Wait, are you naked? What are you doing? Holy crap, you are not wearing any clothes under this tiny tiny robe! You're supposed to keep your underwear on, you raging perv!"
I press on because you are, in fact, expected to be naked under the robe and I know this.
On the table -
"Did you remember to moisturize? You know your tattoos look ashy when you don't. Nice job, this poor person has to rub your ashy tattoos. Wait, did you eat? You're not supposed to eat! Oh my God, you ate today. How could you eat! What if you have gas? Don't think about! If you think about it, it will come. You're still thinking about it! Was that a gurgle? I think you gurgled! STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS! Don't clench your butt, they'll see you. Relax but not to much because you know. The thing you don't want to think about will happen. What is this music? Are those seagulls? Who thinks seagulls are relaxing? This is so weird. Ooh, rainforest, that's better. A trip to the rainforest would be cool. No it wouldn't, you hate heat. Feet! Do not flinch. This. Does. Not. Tickle. Is this towel covering me? I don't feel super covered. What if I'm not. What's hanging out? Something's hanging out I know it. Is that a breeze? Did her boobs just hit my head? I think they did. Yup, there it was again. Should I apologize? That's stupid, she hit me with her boobs, I didn't head butt them. I wonder what they think about this whole time. I would count or recite poetry my head, I think. Not you wouldn't, dumbass. If that was true that's what you'd be doing right now instead of worrying about whether or not you're about to fa -STOP. Do not speak its name. OK, time to flip over. Face down now. I wish I had one of these tables at home. I would totally sleep on my stomach of I had this face holder thingy. I love this thing. Soooo relaxing. Hey! You're drooling! Could you be grosser? What if that fell on her shoe? Are those Crocs? I don't care what people think, those things are comfy. Those holes look different. They must be fake Crocs. Mock Crocs! Good one, me. Focus! You almost drooled again. Man, I really need one of these tables. I wonder how much they cost. Remember that movie Love At First Bite? Was that George Hamilton? I think so. Wait, what? We're done? Oh man, I was just getting sleepy!"
So I can't fully relax because I'm too busy worrying that I'm embarrassing myself or about to embarrass myself. Well, friends I have good news. I now have an embarrassment credit! While I was laying there doing my whole routine in my head the most wonderful thing happened. Truly, truly wonderful.
My massage therapist farted.
This, of course, derailed my internal monologue to a desperate struggle not to react in any way, shape, or form. It was not easy because, while I am an adult, there is something about being buck naked that automatically puts hysteria a few steps closer to happening and if you add a fart into the mix...I'm lucky I didn't have a stroke for as hard as I was trying not to react. But I did it. Which means I totally have a freebie coming.