A Thursday in LA

I worked all day...i wrote email to old friends just to remind them i am still alive ...even if in another country....far far away...
i talked about love with my dad and rose...love..and sadness...always together when the happiness is not in vacation as usual..
i spent the day trying to finish all the things i never finished...i want to order my life...i wish...i mean...to close all the material and emotional things i left open in the past months.
i feel better now.
i asked sorry to a friend because i never called him back.
i said i love you to another good friend...
i told to my dad how much is important for me...i can tell him this every day.
i said sorry to my girlfriends because i'm so bitchy in this period and not social at all.
i said thank you for my beautiful life.
After all this i went to the corean spa.
i chose the shiatzu massage...75 min.
Me and Nica, single together...stressfull..for different reasons needed a good massage.
perfect! we live near Corean Town in La.
so we call...a shiatzu massagge for me...to re-balance all the energy in my body and open a little my chakra and a standard oil massage for her.
as usual i didnt understan the corean girls...their accent is too different from mine, and then everybody knows how much i am good with the foreign languages. Exactly very good.
now I understand people who lived 30 years in another country and they still have their strong accent. that is possible! truly possible.
so...i run behind this girl ....we passed a bathroom...then a corean restaurant...then we went upstairs in a little...dark room...oh geeze...where am I?
rail on the ceiling...red lights... a little bad on the floor...maybe during the night the spa would be converted in something else...
i layed on the bed...music of a waterfall...the girld wrapped my body with soft fabrics...
and then
the torture started...from the head to my neck...to my shoulders...and then the left part of my back...then the right...
she pressed my body so hardly sometimes that i wanted to cry and beg to stop...please.
then my body started to be warmer and warmer...i felt her hands on fire on me...
she took away all my bad energy...from my arm and my fingers...then she step on me.
.....
yep.
i turned my body and i layed on my back...she touch my face so softly...my ears...my arm...my chest...me feet...actually "in front " was nicer...
75 min...i was about to tell her all the truth about my life...to do my best confession...then i remember to myself it was just a massage...not some torture to discover some important truth from a famous spy.
after all i tried the oxigen stone room...2milion degreee...so hot and as usual i met my new friend...a corean woman who asked me if i believe in Jesus ...YES OR NOT...
i said yes ( u know ...me and her in a dark room...i didnt wanted to disappointed her too much) ...i chose the right answer..she started to tell me how much is iportant to have faith...and then her words vanished with the hot steam.
she said goodbye...i smiled and we were both happy about our new friendship.
i went out...feeling very clean...and tried to find nica behind ...corean hands...cocumber masks...but i didnt...so i went to the steam room....oooooo geeze...not hot...more...if the hell is hot like that i'm not sure i want to go...for sure i will be very skinny!!!!
i met my other new fattie friend...maybe on my face somebody someday wrote "talk to me ...i will listen to you!"
However....very relaxing...me and nica thought to go everyday instead to sign us to the gym...a good deal no?
We went out...we gave some quarters to the valet and we escaped before to see his disappoint...
our roommate bought pizza and beers...we ate and chat and laughed in our patio...i lost my sadness in a glass of wine and in some smiles.