Massage, massage and more massage

So yesterday was a little crazy.  In addition to the blind-man massage that I usually get at the hospital after work… I ended up getting two more massages after dinner… for a total of three massages… lasting around four hours total.  I will probably never be that massaged again in my life, at least not stateside, far too expensive.

So… the blind-man massage was as per usual (we paid for 10 sessions each at $3 a session…).  Then after dinner, Lulu wanted to go get her hair washed (which includes a head, arm and shoulder massage), so I figured, hey, why not, for $2.50, I might as well get as many massages as I can while they are still cheap.  So went and got our hair washed and our arms/shoulders/head massaged… and it was damn good… better than any of the previous times.  I actually fell asleep in the chair while the woman was massinging my head, and I’ve never fallen asleep in the middle of a massage before.  Anyway… so Lulu and I were both feeling pretty good after we got out of the salon… and we both said at just about the same time… “we should get a foot massage.”   The background to that being, we were walking by another salon where our friends (the other teachers) had previously gotten foot massages.  So we said, “sure, why the hell not”, and went in and got the foot massages.  Which, little did we know, included brief arm and back massages as well.  So we got the whole nine yards… twice for Lulu, three times for me (ncluding blind-man).

And the massage wasn’t even the best part.  During the foot massage, the masseus (sp?) working on Lulu said something in Chinese that Lulu didn’t understand, so she tried to look it up in her pocket dictionary.  We couldn’t find the word, and the masseus then took the dictionary and tried to look it up herself.  This woman (Chinese woman in her early twenties) would not put the damn dictionary down.  She kept trying to look stuff up, for over 10 minutes, no exaggeration.  It began to crack me and Lulu up.  Here we were, sitting in these fancy chairs, our feet washed, my masseus (god I know that is spelled wrong but I’m just too lazy to look it up, even though it is annoying to look at spelled wrong) working away on me, and Lulu’s masseus thumbing through the dictionary.  We started laughing, and then it was all over, because the masseus’s started laughing too, and then it was just contagious.  Tears were rolling down everyone’s eyes… it was hysterical.  And I know this is one of those stories where you had to be there to really get it, I’m sure you’re all like “ok, that’s nice”… but it was really the highlight of the evening… I haven’t laughed that hard since I can remember.  We never did find out what the word was that the woman said.

Today was pretty chilled out, blind man massage at the hospital after school, dinner, then a trip to the optometrist (sp?).  I got my eyes tested, frames and lenses, all for $40.  Not bad at all.  Damn-spankin’ good actually.  Now I can just get prescription sunglasses when I get back to the states and be all set.

The last few days here are going to be busy.  We have parents night on Friday night, good-bye dinner for me, Stan and Jeff on Saturday night (the three of us are leaving to go back to the states on Monday), then the white-water river rafting trip all day Sunday… then get in the car 5am on Monday to fly home.  It’s going to go far too fast, same as the rest of this month.  I can’t believe I’m going to be heading home shortly… the time has just flown by.

All right, time to catch some winks.  I’m giving up on trying to get the photos up before I leave.  If I have two hours free sometime, I’ll do it, but there’s a lot to do and not much time, so I’m guessing it’ll have to wait until I get back to the US.  They will all go up though, tha’ts for sure, I’ve got some great pics.

Hope everyone is well!

‘Night.

-Seth