Thirty Looks Good On Me, Particularly That Deep Brown Ochre Shade
July 14, 2008
I woke up yesterday morning with creaky bones and achy muscles. I have nothing to attribute to this - unless you consider a marathon cookie-baking session for a friend’s going away party that I co-hosted the night before – other than old age. That said, yesterday I turned another year older. I am 30 now, and truth be told, it wasn’t quite as frightening as I expected hitting this age would be. Except that time when my father-in-law gently pointed out that I was leaving behind my third decade and beginning to work toward my fourth. Uhh...har, har, har. Thanks for the reminder.
The highlight of my weekend – beyond the surprise Roger arranged for me: a massage and facial and foot scrub and hot towel wrap and ... sorry, where was I? I kind of got lost there, wishing I was back on that table with not a care in the world.
Aside: that’s a lie: my mind couldn’t stop spinning throughout the entire massage. It was a couple’s massage, and Roger arranged for me to go with my friend Erica, and there’s nothing more awkward than two modest women left alone in the same room to strip down and get onto our respective massage tables. We finally agreed on turning opposite directions, pulling off our clothes as quickly as we could, and then diving for our tables and yanking up the sheets. It worked, by the way, and I’d totally do it again. We thought we had arranged for two women to give us the massages, but as it turned out I had a woman and Erica had a man, and so I spent the massage alternating between worries: (a) was Erica okay with that man? - Incidentally, I tried mouthing to her, “Are you okay with that man?” but she couldn’t see me because it was, uh, dark. I thought maybe her eyes had adjusted and she'd be able to see me, when in fact I think her eyes were closed; and (b) what does my back look like when I’m lying down? I honestly have no idea. Does is spread all out or stay taut? I wonder if my masseuse has ever massaged anyone who was really, really big? And do massage tables have weight limits? And I wonder what her most horrifying client story is – maybe someone who had really bad body odor? Or just someone who couldn’t relax? Oh, wait.
Neuroses aside, the highlight of my weekend was sitting very still while Roger painted henna art on the tops of my feet. I absolutely adore it and can see myself making more trips to Indian grocers for henna, more henna, must have henna.
Comments
Happy Birthday almost birthday twin!
And I must say- I've converted to a man massage requester. They give much better massages.
Posted by: slynnro | July 14, 2008 11:23 AM
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear JES!!!!
Happy Birthday to you!
Posted by: Holly | July 14, 2008 11:46 AM
Oooh, very cool! Love the henna on the feet. My sister had some of that done around her belly button.
I also turned 30 in February. It was sortof weird but not as scary as I thought it would be, either. I still feel like my normal self. Nothing substantial has happened. It was just like another day. Although now every once in awhile my friend and I will jokingly say, "We're thirty now. We're old." or some such nonsense.
Anyhoo. Welcome to the 30s. Supposedly they are the best years of a person's life, so live them up!
Posted by: Chiada | July 14, 2008 01:13 PM
That is an AWESOME birthday present! I want a massage - I wonder if I would be that "just can't relax" person, though.
Happy birthday, Jes!
Posted by: Lia | July 14, 2008 02:22 PM
Love the henna! I'm so sad that it washed off! I thought that stuff was supposed to last a couple of weeks. When Scuba and I went to Hawaii 3 years ago we each got henna tattoos and they lasted for awhile. I can't remember what design I got though, or where I got it - it really does all start to go at 30. By the way, are you sore from the massage?
Posted by: Erica | July 14, 2008 02:52 PM
Erica: I just washed off the extra henna ink - the part that absorbed into my skin is still there (what you see in the photograph).
And, yes, I am SO SORE from the massage. I need another massage to recuperate from this massage! (What a nice problem to have.)
Posted by: chirky | July 14, 2008 02:58 PM
What a wonderful way to ring in 30! It sounds like you had a great day.
We had a lot of the same thoughts when I got my first massage. Did you worry that you had balls of deodorant in your underarms too? :)
Happy belated birthday!
Posted by: my life is brilliant | July 14, 2008 08:15 PM
i totally thought about you yesterday and could not place why.... now i recall! you are 30 now too!!!
hope it was grand!
Posted by: willow | July 14, 2008 10:14 PM
OMG I LOVE THE HENNA. I am totally showing this to my husband in hopes that he does the same thing. I go to Whole Foods and drool over the henna kits ALL THE TIME and then chicken out!
Posted by: Jenny B | July 15, 2008 02:20 PM
Happy! (Belated!) Day of Cake to you babe.
Posted by: Kerri Anne | July 15, 2008 06:52 PM
Wow, the henna looks amazing. Great Job Roger!
Happy Birthday too. I've missed you guys, had planned on seeing you this week and then KT told me that you were at Blogher. :( Are you back now? Were you gone when the power went out all over Plano? The water main broke on my street at the same time so I had no power and no water! Ugh.
Well, Happy, Happy Birthday! Even if I am 7 days late!
Posted by: eddo | July 22, 2008 08:31 AM