Anika and I sat in my living room while David laid out the “post-spa” spread he’d spent the day preparing. As we sipped champagne and sampled the gourmet pizzas, David studied me. “It’s good to see you so relaxed,” he said.
“Honestly, beh-beh? This is the first time I’ve actually felt relaxed all day,” I said.
Anika laughed. “There are so many levels to your neuroses,” she said, not for the first time. It was agreed that we would try out another spa soon, so long as the experience would be followed by wearing jammies, watching movies, enjoying David’s cooking, and sipping champagne that isn’t being measured by the glass.