and there was another one that didn’t fit in the photo…

Ever since my days of bartending – AKA standing for 12 hours straight in massively uncomfortable shoes – I have been a foot massage devotee. Every Sunday, after a busy night of slinging drinks, I would get a pedicure with the requisite extra foot rub. Twenty minutes usually did the job. But on some particularly painful weekends, I’d head for an encore at one of those Tiu Na places for some much-needed reflexology.

Even after my career as a bartender came to an end , my regular regimen of massages never did.

Well, living in Vegas has been very helpful in keeping this habit going. There are more of those little massage places here than there are bodegas in NYC. No, seriously. In “Chinatown”, there are like 2 or 3 per shopping plaza.

Also, the prices are ridiculous – the first place I tried charged $19 for a half hour, which included a foot, back and neck massage. I upgraded to an hour. The next time, I found one charging $29 for 75-minutes.I felt like I was back in Bangkok where unbelievably cheap daily massages were a no-brainer.

My new job entails a lot of late nights in very high heels. So, just like in my bartending past, this luxury is once again a necessity.

Thankfully, Vegas has got me covered.