by Cathy and Patti
This summer, we got an opportunity to have a girls weekend at the infamous Kohler spa up in Wisconsin. When we think back to that glorious, luxurious, utterly heavenly weekend, all we can do is siiiiiigggggghhhh.
We knew it was going to be one hell of a It's-All-Been-Taken-Care-Of-Weekend when we were handed a glass of chilled champagne upon check-in. Once we got settled into our our spacious room and plopped ourselves down for a luxuriously long while on the plush beds made of puffy clouds and beams of warm sunlight, we took it upon ourselves to take a tour of the building.
A workout room! A two-floor spa! An indoor swimming pool with a waterfall! Hot tubs in the locker rooms! Fresh, crisp beverages with slices of lemon! Homemade (and healthy!) granola bars from heaven! A rooftop sundeck with enclosed pool and hot tub! A beauty salon! A bistro seating area complete with spa-goers, flush faced and tranquil, eating clad in only their velvety robes and comfy slippers!
As we hurriedly shuffled from one delightful discovery to the next, our frenetic excitement seemed to jar the relaxed patrons out of their tranquility trances - disrupting the atmosphere of calm and serenity. But the spa-goers knowingly glanced at one another; they knew that soon, we too would be like them....
Cathy:
By the time we had dinner and got back to our room that first night, it was about nine o'clock. We were full on gourmet food and rich libations. We began to excitedly review the menu of spa services we were to receive the next day, while reveling at the onset of our new state of contentment.
After much waitin' and hopin' and prayin' we finally found the sign of doom that told us that the rooftop deck closes at 9pm each night. 'Now what?' we sat there asking each other, gussied up like we were ready to hit a Mexican beach. So, we decided to do what we do best: be resourceful and tackle the issue MacGyver style.
I mean, we were at Kohler Spa for God's sake! We could find something to do! Sure enough, the answer was right under our noses. Our room was a veritable spa within a spa. Two sinks with fancy Kohler-style fixtures and a deep, rectangular hot tub big enough to sit two comfortably. Hallelujah! Since our resourcefulness knows no limits, we grabbed the bottle of champagne that was chilling in the mini-bar and cranked the iPod Bose player - both brought from home - filled the giant tub, revved up the jets and we were a 'spa-in' in the tub!
We sat in there for almost two hours - laughing, singing, gossiping, drinking, laughing, storytelling, reminiscing, laughing, and maybe...even crying. The stress was escaping our pruned up bodies by the minute...
Patti:
When we first climbed into that tub, it felt a little porny. But we have been known to embrace the whole Moms Gone Wild attitude with shameless zest, and this weekend? Away from our children and style- crampin' husbands? Was not the time to change that. Now don't go gettin' all dirty in the mind; it was not like that. When we say, "Moms Gone Wild", we mean that we are willing and able to step outside of our roles as wives and mothers and, if even for just one weekend like this, be who we once were -- before becoming a wife. Before becoming a mother. Before becoming responsible and practical. To reconcile your old self with your present self is such a delicious feeling, and boy do I ever highly recommend it.
We spent the next 2 hours sipping on champagne in our makeshift spa, splashing like 2-year olds, behaving like teenagers, talking like women. The symphony of people, past and present, in that homemade hot tub in a hotel bathroom reminded me that it's never too late to have fun; that, no matter what, fun is where you to find it, and who you find it with.
My cell phone was flashing on the bathroom counter; a reminder of home. I considered checking it; maybe it was S, missing me. But for the moment, I poured myself another glass of champagne and sank deeper into the water.
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