It's my favorite time of the year again!
Earlier this morning, a friend actually texted me asking if I was planning on doing anything special. I told her that ironically, I wasn't. I'd already done my annual spooky season-themed movie marathon (
Ready or Not,
Totally Killer,
The Fall of the House of Usher) and my annual spooky season-themed reading marathon (a first in the tradition:
Children of Paradise;
My Sister, the Serial Killer;
Mexican Gothic), so my actual Halloween looked, at the time, pretty free. There was Trick or Treat 2023 to look forward to (the collection is now live
HERE), and I then spent my afternoon editing until the very last minute. I finished editing an hour before deadline, and I have to say, I'm very proud of what I made.
Anyway, I figured, that was going to be my Halloween: reading fics off Trick or Treat while eating candy. A total win, right? Ah, the best laid plans.
Not to say I didn't have an eventful Halloween! As you have it, a family member booked me a Moroccan bath and body massage, and if you haven't tried this yet—I give it all the stars! I haven't been this relaxed in years, I'm telling you. YEARS!
So, if you're like me and had no idea what a Moroccan bath entailed, this is the process:
First, you start with your steam. The nice lady handling orchestrating your bath is gonna slather you and soap and leave you to steam for a good fifteen to twenty minutes. Side note, this was my first time doing a steam, period, and I walked into that private little tiny room and suddenly understood every single steam room sitcom joke I've ever watched. It was like walking into a fog; you could barely see beyond a few inches ahead of you, and I bumbled my way around the room until I finally found that slab of tiled-cement I was going to be lying on for the next few minutes.
Then, once the steam's over, that nice lady is going to come back inside and then she is gonna rinse you off and start scrubbing at you with a Moroccan loofah. How would I describe the sensation? Well, the sensation of being scrubbed down with a Moroccan loofah is akin to what I would imagine a cooking pot experiences when being scrubbed down with a Brillo pad. You are going to lose layers of dead skin you never knew you even had. You are going to feel brand freaking new; honestly, at some point, you're going to feel like a freshly-manufactured rubber duck.
Then you get scrubbed down again, this time with an actual body scrub, and suddenly you've gone from rubber duck to raw chicken. I say this as someone who loves her loofahs and her wash cloths and her epsom salts: you will never feel cleaner than you do at this moment.
From there, I went from my Moroccan bath to my massage, and it was such a perfect combination. By the end, I'd gone from raw chicken to raw chicken
de-boned.
So that was my night, essentially. I'm going to be reading through some Trick or Treat fics now, starting with my gift. Happy Halloween to all!
Also, I will never ever ever stop recommending
In a Strange Land by MrsEvadneCake for anyone looking for the perfect Halloween read. If that happens to be you, then give it a shot :D
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