This past weekend -- after a night of relatively low-key debauchery which started with sushi at Matsuri and ending with a wild dupla, a overflowing jacuzzi, and two drunken chicas (cousins!
) determined to abuse my poor aged body as much as I could stand -- I woke up the next day hung over, sore, stiff and in no condition to party.
So I decided to try a massage at Bamboo Thai Massage.
For those of you who haven't experienced this, I suggest you do. You'll be an instant convert to the gentle ministrations of two very pleasant, skilled and gorgeous ladies, Yerling and Ingrid.
The spa area is tranquil, isolated and redolent with the smells of scented candles. Soothing music puts you at ease while the hands (and feet! and elbows!) of the masseuse knead every last kink out of your muscles.
Yerling introduced me to this type of massage, which I hadn't experieced before. It's... different. Lots of stretching. But very good. Definitely worth the money.
My only regrets were not trying it sooner, and that I forgot my CRT card at Amistad. An excellent value value at $45 for an hour's massage, and an even better deal for those of you who present your CRT card.
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