My Day at the Spa Apr09

My Day at the Spa

Ok, so we all have figured out by now that I am in Hot Springs for a work convention. Well tonight is the last night of seminars and elbow rubbing, so why not try for my first time ever a spa session? Now we all know (most of us) how I like to fight against the unknown and steer clear of it so it took a lot for me to try this out. Like a virgin. I sign in and they lead me to a room filled with lockers. The lady hands me a wrap and tells me to get undressed and put my clothes in the locker. I look at her …like naked undressed? (Just for the record, they didn’t even offer tequila. RUDE!) So, I proceed to undress myself and put on...

Love Stinks Sep13

Love Stinks

Love stinks. It smells like pee. At least it did that summer evening when my friend was riding the subway under the streets of Mexico City where nearly twenty-nine million people scurried overhead. He’d been alone in his seat for some time when a wall-eyed young man, as torn and disordered as yesterday’s newspaper, wandered down the aisle. They glanced at each other and my offered the apparently homeless man a smile. That was invitation enough. The raggedy man swung into the seat next to my friend and began an animated conversation in a language so garbled that not a word could be understood. It was obvious he had a disability and perhaps...