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HONK!

A little over a year later, Bianca HONK! and I returned to Hot Springs with our
friend Heather. The three of us wandered down the main strip of the historic
district, taking in the sights, poking our heads into the little shops and
falling in love with the eclectic music we found in Romancing the Stone.

That night we bought tickets to see Maxwell Blade, the Magician, which was a
surprisingly good show. One night, we also found a fabulous German restaurant. I
say fabulous, because I actually liked the food, which is a rare occurrence when
I eat most anything German.

During this trip, we were pampered again at Buckstaff. Instead of getting the
regular package, we also indulged in a Swedish massage and a hand paraffin
treatment. As always, the bathhouse was fantastic. When they came out, Bianca
HONK! and Heather looked so relaxed I thought they might float away.

I, on the otherhand, was given a massage by a "woman" with a very deep, scratchy
voice. She "massaged" me with what I still believe was mayonnaise, barely
touching my skin. PEOPLE, THIS WAS NOT A SWEDISH MASSAGE. SHE WAS TRYING TO
SEDUCE ME WITH MAYONNAISE. When it was FINALLY over, I crept out of the room as
she called after me, "Come back soon…" in a deep, husky voice. I almost felt
violated.

Afterward, Heather and Bianca HONK! and I sat at a table, laughing and
repeatedly dipping our hands in extremely hot wax. It was a little painful, but
at the same time it felt soothing, and for me, cleansing, considering my recent
mayonnaise incident.

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Tomorrow, Part Three in a Three-Part Series somehow involving Bianca. HONK!