Come on the Go!

I love dressing up in heels and hose and going dancing. The problem is, my legs don't love it the next day. After dancing for hours in too-small shoes (yes, I know), I found myself limping the next morning . Literally limping. Not very sexy. Not very fun.

I called the concierge first thing and scheduled a spa appointment. Kudos to the Fairmont San Jose for getting me in within 3 hours. - that was great. I walked through the gym and sat in a nondescript waiting area where the only magazine was one promoting Fairmont properties (yawn.) Right on time, my massage therapist took me back. She led. I limped.

Damn, I wish it could have been better. The room setup was nice, but Juanita (the massage therapist) seemed rushed. Although she was hitting all the right places, she was hitting them fast - like if she massaged me faster, it would be over faster. Granted, she did work the kinks out and I was free to play air guitar another day (don't ask), but the whole vibe just felt rushed...

The true "what WERE they thinking" moment was when she led me back to the women's locker room. I asked her about using the sauna and getting a locker. Turns out, I could have a locker - but she didn't give me a key! I could have gotten a key, but that would have entailed getting dressed, walking through the gym and going to the front desk. The moment was gone. I just didn't bother.

Would I go again? No. Sure, it's easy to just bop downstairs and get rubbed. But I bet I could pay less money for a better massage (and get a locker with an actual KEY!).