Today Molly, Charity, and I boarded the Disney Magic, and
headed straight for the lunch buffet.
After completely stuffing ourselves, we walked around the ship to give
Charity a quick tour (this being her first Disney cruise). We read “The Navigator” (the ship’s daily
guide to what’s happening about the ship) and discovered the spa was giving a
special on a foot/ankle/shoulder/neck/head massage and decided we should
partake of said special. After all, what
could be a better start to our cruise (especially after a 13.1 mile race) than
to be massaged into restful, relaxation mode?
So I toddled off to the spa and booked all three of us this activity for
4:30, right after the emergency drill.
After making sure we knew where and how to board our
lifeboat in the case of an emergency, we headed for the spa and got prepared
for our pampering.
My masseuse weighed about 12 pounds and looked to be younger
than I wanted to think about. But after brushing
my legs and arms with a stiff-bristle brush and washing my feet with a hot wet
towel (maybe my legs and feet were hairier and dirtier than I thought), she
started her magic. In other words, she
was great, kneading and working around all the tight areas.
As she was starting, she poured what I can only surmise
was melted hot Vaseline on my back (sure, I know it was oil, but it was much
warmer and thicker than the stuff my massage envy masseuse of the month squirts out of his/her belt squirter). Although I was a little bit surprised at the
warmth and amount, it did feel quite good, and pretty soon I felt like a
greased pig.
As she was finishing up, Little One asked me if I minded
oil in my hair (or something to that effect – I was pretty much in a massage
coma at that point). I said that no, I didn’t
mind, thinking she meant that she still had some liquid Vaseline on her hands
and it might get on my hair.
But that wasn’t what she meant. I knew this as soon as I felt the leftover
liquid Vaseline being poured on the hairline of my hair. For the next 10 minutes Little One worked it
into as much of the rest of my hair as possible, pouring every last bit into my
hair in order to continue to massage my scalp.
Soon she was finished and dinged her little “wake up lazy
butt” chime. She went out to get me a
swig of water and for me to reclothe myself.
I looked in the mirror even though I knew what I would be seeing, and
was not disappointed. The top of my head
hair was an oily matted glob and the rest was sticking straight out in every direction. In other words, I was a scary mess.
I managed (using my fingers as a comb) to at least calm
down the wild parts to hang with the oily parts and head to the changing room
to find Molly and Charity. Who promptly
asked, “Do you know what your hair looks like?”
Just before they died laughing hysterically.
Anyhow, after shampooing my
hair twice, I think I may have gotten some of the liquid Vaseline out. I’m just not sure if Molly and Charity will
ever stop laughing …
Today was a great day because: Molly went out a got me Starbucks and Tim
Hortons; we took a cab to the port rather than walking; we upgraded to a little
bigger cabin; we saw lots of interesting people; we have pretty decent
tablemates; we got our bags before dinner and got unpacked; I got a wonderful
jacket from John and Anne
