This week, Mrs. 45er and I are celebrating 8 years of wedded bliss. About 2 weeks ago, I floated the idea of a "doubles massage" to which she more than immediately agreed. If I hadn't made up my mind, I did at the end of that conversation.
We did a French breakfast, then went for our massage. When we got to the room, thankfully I had thought ahead. I'll just say here's another great situation for pocket carry.
It was a Swedish massage and I will say it was rather fantastic. I have this freaky ability to relax just about anywhere. I've actually fallen asleep in a dentist's chair. No surprise, I took a snooze during the massage. In total disclosure, my relaxation technique was visualizing a draw and front sight focus during rapid fire. I'm a freak.
We got the "hot rock" therapy thrown in for free. Yes, it was nice, but when they use the adjective "hot", it's not just a sales gimmick. Those suckers were pulled from the fires of Mordor and stuck directly on my back. It was something like: mmmm, warm and wait, holy-heck-son-of-a-that's-hot. It took some getting used to.
After that, an Italian lunch. Then shopping followed by Thai for dinner. I've been wanting to sleep since the massage this morning. Now I will get my wish.
Happy Anniversary, Mrs. 45er!