Thursday, September 15, 2011

Floatariums and Chocolate Massages.

I've been thinking a lot about my unhealthy/romantic (choose your description) obsession with characters in novels. It's not a new thing. I'm pretty sure Meredith and I were convinced that Troy from that one V.C. Andrews series was both a real and perfect man, but that could have been our 7th-grade hormones at work. The point is that these Edinburgh novel-characters are infiltrating not just my thoughts, but my everyday conversation. I'm pretty sure David is finding it hard to tell the difference between my real and actual friend Fiona and the precocious, albeit fictional, six-year-old down the street.

Speaking of that fictional six-year-old, I'm writing this now from the Starbucks (I know, I know, but it's free Wifi) directly across from The Floatarium. What, pray tell, is The Floatarium? It's a place I'd only read about until I stumbled upon it a few days ago. A horrible character in these novels goes to in for a float every so often. From what I gather, you make an appointment to lie in a warm salt water chamber in a dark room and float in silence and darkness for an hour or so. It's supposed to be the equivalency of a good six hours of rest.

I am curious about the whole thing, either because I like bizarre things or because it seems like a good way to delve deeper in these novels. David is doubtful. But I think that's because the same spa that features The Floatarium is also currently offering a "Chocolate Heaven" massage & facial combo for £80 that features a "chocolate masque" for your face and back. Questionable, but a ridiculous splurge, don't you think?

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