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First Facial = Embarrassing moment #193

Today marked a milestone in my life...for the first time in my twenty six years, I went to a day spa and had a facial. I knew a little about what would happen as Jenny has had facials there before. She told me how you had to get undressed down to your skivies and hop under the blankets on the heated massage table.

One would hope that I would have remembered that fact when I was putting on my temporary tattoo last night. Nope, didn't even think about it, that is... until I was in the massage room taking my shirt off and "dunh dun daaaaahh" there it was... "Sleeman" (a Canadian brewing company - I got it from one of the theatres in Toronto) with that stinkin' beaver staring up at me. There was nothing I could do...if I stayed there and tried to rub it off my arm I ran the risk of the massage lady coming in on me in my skivies.

So, I ducked under the blankets and prayed that she wouldn't see it and laugh at me hysterically. A few minutes later she came in and what was the first thing she said? "Can you pull your arms out so I can put your hands in these moisterizing mits?" Cornered, I reluctantly pulled my arms out and hoped for the best. She put lotion on my hands and then continued up my arms to the place where the "Sleeman" logo glowed proudly on my arm.

When she got to it, I noticed her eyeing my arm, but instead of coming up with any witty comment about why the logo was plastered to my arm, I simply looked away and then closed my eyes as if I were drifting off and didn't even notice her looking at it. With my eyes closed I began to day dream about everyone having a good laugh at the salon about the tall guy with "Sleeman" on his arm.

Stinkin' Sleeman!

posted by Aaron at 9:28 PM