I don't know who posted this, but I'm sure they are just fabulous!
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Went to the Woodhouse Day Spa in New Orleans for their Woodhouse Experience. I went to their website and read what the package entails because booking a spa package without knowing what I'm getting would just be silly. Good thing too, because I found out the Woodhouse Experience usually includes a bath cure followed by a four handed massage. Having two therapists work on me at the same time creeps me out, so I opted for a 110 minute Swedish instead. The concierge who booked my appointment was awesome. I think it had something to do with the fact I treated her like a human being deserving respect and not a servant born to do my bidding. My spa day started with me arriving at the spa AT LEAST 30 minutes before my appointment began because I work in New Orleans and know that sometimes finding a parking in the city can suck. Also, I have enough common sense to know that if my appointment is booked for 11am, that means my SERVICE begins at 11AM. Not whenever I feel like plopping my body on my massage therapist's table. I know this because I've been to spas all over the world. While I waited, I took a quick shower because hygiene is awesome and I figured my service providers would appreciate not having to smell my body funk from the night before. After that, I relaxed in their quiet area where I noticed there were other people there waiting for their services. This did not shock me what with the fact that I've been to other spas (all over the world) and not once was shown to a broom closet to wait all by my lonesome. Human companionship is almost as awesome as good hygiene. My massage therapist was Neesa, but her real name is probably Hands Of Relaxing Awesomeness. She did not cure my myopia, but that's why I own glasses and really, all I wanted to do was relax, a feat she certainly accomplished. Thus the name. My next service was a nourishing Woodhouse Signature Minkyti Facial performed by Jalyn who is a true artist when it comes to cleaning dirt encrusted pores. My skin has never felt cleaner or more moisturized. Pretending to be a bearded merman with a unibrow when she applied my seaweed mask was a bonus. After that, I was whisked away to a pedicure chair where the talented and courageous Anika went to work on my callused feet as she gave me my Seaweed Leaf Pedicure. Although she protested when I said my feet had to be the gnarliest set of hoofs she ever had the misfortune to encounter, I still felt I owed her a medal of bravery or something just for having to look at them. Afterwards, my feet felt as soft and as smooth as a very soft and smooth...thing. Well done, soldier. Well done. After a day of being relaxed and beautimized, I went to the concierge desk to pay my bill and tip my service providers for a job well done, tipped them at least 20% because that's kind of what you're supposed to do what with the fact that these guys don't get paid the full price of the service but probably a commission or an hourly rate. I know this because I've been to spas. All over the world.