Yesterday I went to Lather Spa in NYC for a full-body exfoliation using their antioxidant Cranberry Sugar Rub, followed by a Vichy shower. I’d never had a Vichy shower before, but I was familiar with their line of body products at lather.com. I would’ve been super-psyched for the treatment except for the fact that I had to be kinda naked for it–yikes! Anyway, I hopped onto the foil-covered table (which made the noisiest crinkling sound ever), got under a towel and relaxed as the technician began to rub my limbs with the sugar scrub. Ahhh. Then I rolled over, put my face in the massage table’s face-holder thing and looked down at the tile floor to see the technician’s feet in a pair of green rubber Wellies. What the…? Then, GUSH! The shower turned on and I felt the pounding water from several showerheads on my back. After the initial shock it felt good, until water began dripping down my neck, over my head and into my eyes. Suddenly, I couldn’t see; her boots were getting wet, the tiles were getting slippery and I felt like I was in a scene from the movie Hostel. ‘Get me out of this dungeon shower!’ I thought. Then, it was over. The post-shower, lotion-y rubdown afterwards eased all anxiety, and I was left with one thought: I wanna go again!–Angelique

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