In Andrew's family there is this ongoing joke about how Andrew was a mistake and how his parents forget his birthday every year. Poor, poor Andrew. A story is told that one year they even forgot his birthday when they were in Lake Powell where there were no malls or even Wal-Marts easily accessible. Andrew got the best that the Bullfrog Marina store could offer including an orange life preserver, a 6 pack of Dr. Pepper, a Page, AZ trucker hat and crushed ice. It seems like every year his memory of this event gets even more vivid and even more painful.
In my family birthdays were always a huge deal. We decorated with the exact same crepe paper decorations for about 20 years of my life and we did the whole shebang. I loved my birthday growing up except for the fact that since my birthday was the day school started I received things like scissors and rulers from my friends. In any case, Andrew, because of his traumatic past, became the birthday Scrooge. So for his birthday this year he didn't want anything but I couldn't let that fly so I surprised him with a new cowboy shirt and a couples massage at the Grand America.
Okay, first of all I love that place. Andrew commented a couple times that it felt like we were in a James Bond movie. We had access to the entire spa facilities all day so before our massage we went swimming in their indoor pool that overlooked the courtyard and sat in the hot tub. We were in heaven :)
Then there was the massage...oh, the massage...When we got into the room there were chocolates made by the pastry chef and a raspberry elixir waiting. (I'm not quite sure what is different about an elixir than just a regular drink but it was incredible) And the massages just blew us away, it was 50 minutes of pure heaven. After the glorious event we both said that it was one of the best we've ever had! (and my mom was a massage therapist for 20 years so that is really saying something.) I especially liked my therapist because she had similar hands as my mom. She was firm but gentle and did some stretching which I love!
Overall, I give the Grand Spa a 5 Diamond review. If only we were really James Bond, that would be the life.
But we had to get back in our Toyota Camry and head back to the real world far from glamorous jobs and expensive massages. *tear*