I've been hitting the spa on my birthday for about five years now. But when I discovered the Ritz Carlton spa a few years back...my birthday celebrations skyrocketed to a whole new level. I usually make the birthday spa journey by myself, but this year, my friend Gaybrielle joined me since her birthday is just 10 days after mine. It was so much more fun to celebrate with a fellow Libra.
The day was full of giggles. We cut the fool from the moment we arrived. Everything was just funny. Everything! Throughout the day, we thought of zany things we could do to shock our fellow spa-goers. We wondered how people would react if we rolled up to the spa pool with some bright pink noodles, snorkels, and some flippers. Then we tossed around the idea of bringing our own Lean Cuisine meals and asking the pool boy to heat them up for us. Wouldn't that be a riot? Wonder if they'd kick us out?
We used an insane amount of towels, which also struck our funny bone. I think we used around 12 each over the course of seven hours. But that's what the spa is for--indulgence. We partook in every indulgence available - massage, sauna, snacks, hot tea, shower, pool, lunch, drinks, dessert, hot tub. Gaybrielle kept saying throughout the day...I could really get used to this life...I'm meant for this!
On the way home, we got a little depressed because the perfect day was nearing it's end. Gayb had a great idea that a spa day should be a yearly requirement for every female alive. I agreed and added that it should be part of our annual gyno exams: Morning at the doctor...afternoon at the spa. What do you think, ladies?
Here I am, anxiously awaiting my East Indian Lime Scalp & Body Massage.
Fellow birthday spa friend....
One of the ladies lounge areas.
Moroccan bird cage in the upstairs lounge.
This is how many towels I used. Literally.
The $14 margarita.
Somebody got very sleeeeepy.
View of the Spa from the hot tub. It's three stories, people!
