The bigwigs up in corporate thought we were burning the midnight oil and working too hard, so they sent us to check out N Spa at the Delray Beach Marriott.
We were given a guided tour from the very knowledgeable Celeste Gregorio, now that sounds like the name of a woman who is a spa guru.
We started with the bottom floor, which consisted of makeup stations and rooms for pedicures and manicures.
Dave stopped and stared at the makeup station. See, it was a hot afternoon and his favorite color, fawn, was starting to run down his face because he was sweating.
And people think he is the tough one out of the two of us.
There were four manicure stations, where Dave was dying to get a set of acrylic nails put on.
“Can I still write my column with acrylics on?” he asked Celeste.
The pedicure stations had two flat-screen televisions hung on the walls. For some odd reason, I don’t think ESPN was playing but maybe the Soap Network.
Next, we ventured upstairs and Dave had a hard time climbing all of 10 stairs.
There was a fabulous relaxing waiting area with a tea bar when you first reach the upstairs area. It overlooks the ocean.
Each of the massage rooms upstairs were call “clouds” and were painted with murals on the ceilings for relaxation and meditation.
Celeste told us there were even couples massage rooms, where champagne and strawberries could be brought to the couple.
Dave looked at me as if we would do it.
“Absolutely not!” I told him. “Dude, we are not a couple.”
Finally, we checked out the men’s locker room. No we did not go into the women’s room. We are gentlemen and do not partake in that sort of thing.
The locker room had a steam area and other amenities for after your relaxing spa experience.
If you are in the area or just have a kink in your neck, come out to N Spa and they will send you out feeling like a wet noodle, a good wet noodle that is.

*** stars out of five.