"I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day. And I believe in miracles."
~ Audrey Hepburn



You know how everybody asks you on your birthday,
"How does it feel to be [insert age here]?"
But you know they are asking you jokingly because
there is no possible way that you could feel any different
than you did the day before?

Well as of last friday, I am twenty.
And it feels WAY different than nineteen! Seriously!
I just feel so old and experienced and mature --
I mean, I am no longer a teenager!
(Please note that I am currently watching Hannah Montana).

Birthday was fun, blah blah blah :P
Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday,
via skype, text, phonecall, card, or facebook comment.
Y'all sure know how to make a gal feel special :)
(Sorry, but Miley's southern twang is contagious).


#081: Take a mud bath
#087: Get a professional massage

I knew something was up when he
told me to bring my bathing suit... I mean
there was a huge storm all over CA last week!
But Saturday morning, he surprised me by taking
me to Burke WIlliams, a beautiful spa in Irvine.

It was literally b r e a t h - t a k i n g.
Once you got past the main lobby,
everything was dimly-lit with white candles
and white christmas lights wrapped around
(plastic) cherry blossom trees.
And you know how I feel about Christmas lights!
And the entire place was perfumed with scented oils.
I am smiling just thinking about it.

Bryan joked that I would be excited to
see a bunch of hot naked girls.

Except, have you ever been to an all-women's spa before???
Or sauna? Or steam room?
The majority of the women there look more like this:

Okay, okay, there were some young, pretty girls,
but there were plenty of women that resembled those in the picture above
(did I mention it was a "European style" spa? Meaning... clothing was
optional. Meaning... most of the older women weren't wearing any).
The thing is, you might assume it was disturbing,
or that I was grossed out. But to be honest, I loved it.

It was really beautiful to see women who felt so
comfortable in their own skin, with each other, and with life itself.

It was so refreshing to be in an environment
where society's ridiculous expectations for once did not apply.

I was in awe.


So the massage was RIDIKALUS!
(kind of like the back of yo head).
I can't even describe it. GO GET ONE!

But I was dyinnngg to have my mudbath.
I have always wanted one! Haven't you?!
I expected it to be something like this:

But it was more like this:

"But, but... where is the mud?!" I asked the attendant.
Apparently, there's this new fancy thing called "Fango Mud".
The website describes, "we combine fango, a very fine mud,
with essential oils of rosemary to create a bathing experience
that smells delightful and is highly therapeutic".

So it was kind of like a bubble bath
that smelled really, really good.
Since it technically was a mud-bath,
I am going to cross it off my list.
But I am definitely still planning on going to one
of those huge pools of mud and playing in it.

Because I am gross like that.

So, the moral of the story is,
go to a spa. You will have the time of your life.
Oh, but bring your sisters, or friends, or Mom,
because I was kind of lonely :/

Oh yeah --
And thank you to Bryan for an incredible experience :)


Bryan Murray said...

Wow this is the most you've written so far! Maybe my blog is influencing you haha. I like it this way, however, I wasn't as excited to see pics of naked fat women :/ I knew you'd enjoy yourself at the spa but I think I misinterpreted your desire to get a mud bath. I thought you wanted a bath to wipe the mud off ur body...I guess that stuff on your skin is permanent ;)

Cella Babee said...

So racist >:(

Anonymous said...

hahahahaha this is your funniest blog! i kept laughing out loud and scaring katy. i'm always tempted to just slide into mud too! i think it's based off of our childhood memories of playing in our backyard before it was built into anything and got the nice grass. it was just bare and empty and naturally every child's fantasy blank canvas full of possibilities. mostly mudpies for us, though, i think. :D