Spaaaah Memories.....

Where do I begin? Well, first let me point out that I'm using what's known (in 'font' language)
as "Arial" and then I wanted to make it bold. So I am now writing boldly in bold.

Sorry about the so-called humor. I never could tolerate puns. And then I met my husband, the most horrible pun-person (I refuse to call them punsters, it legitimizes them somehow) I have ever known.

Until I met Tracy. Tracy (here's a little celeb news) Nieporent (brother of the famous Drew who started Nobu, co-owns myriad Tribeca Restaurants yadda yadda) Tracy is as adept and fond of puns as Lew is. And, like Lew, is also a hockey nut. We met a loooong time ago when I was hustling stories in New York City.

I was doing okay, interviewing whom I wanted, and pitching only stories that interested me.
For instance. When I was working as a weekly entertainment columnist it was like manna from heaven. I had two young kids, a husband who worked nights and never saw us, and very little money. Not only was I going to get paid for this gig, I was going to see whatever the hell I wanted and write about it! A theater nut, daughter of a theater nut, is now a mother of a theater nut. Emily learned to love Broadway because that's where I took her and Ben, who hated every minute.

Except the time we saw "Phantom of the Opera," went backstage to meet the star who let him wear his mask and then gave him a toy! That he liked. Didn't matter. They were going to get culture if it was gonna kill me. Or them. I worked the phones like a madwoman, staking claim to a reputable (once upon a time) newspaper and being able to interview whomever I wanted. Usually.

This zeal and drive, lest we all forget why I'm posting this, transformed itself, once the kids were out of the picture. Into luxury travel. Spas. My back always hurt, why not get some freebies and then write about it?

So, dear reader (if she's really out there. hello?), if you want some basic spa stuff in (my case) a nutshell, here it is:

Go for the best. And the best just happen to be Fairmont spas, Four Seasons spas, and Starwood spas. I wrote that alphabetically, just to play nice.

You pick one of these, (unless it's San Francisco--the Four Seasons has yet to add that necessity but it's still AMAZING!!!) and you will NEVER go wrong. They're all pricey, yes. But look at it this way: would you rather spend a lot of money (don't buy that bedroom suite) on an idyllic experience you know will be superb, or do you want to cheap out and be miserable? No-brainer. And yes, I have been comped at these magnificent, fantastic, wonderful resorts. And I have written many many things about them. And was always truthful. As I shall continue to be.

Things may have happened INSIDE one of those properties (remember when I mentioned being screamed at in a Four Seasons lobby?) but not while staying at one. Stay tuned. It's a great story.