For those who like to indulge in the occasional massage or facial, or who like seeing their toes peer back at them in a brilliant shade of red, but hate actually socializing with other spa-going individuals there is a solution!  Why not bring the spa to the comforts of your very own home?  This way, you can:
a.) Lounge around in your favorite ripped, rainbow colored sweats from the eighties without being embarrassed.
b.) Not have to discreetly mop up the champagne that dribbled down the front of your shirt as you tried to drink from a lying down position.
c.) Not have to listen to some Botox-injected 50-something-year-old woman tell you all about the benefits of looking like a plastic, expressionless manikin.  AND….
d.) Not have to worry about driving home, while still high on relaxation, only to get stuck behind a trailer-truck who doesn’t go at the green light, causing you to miss it, which causes you to run a red light, which causes the policeman behind you to give you a red-light ticket, which costs upwards of $400, which causes your head to start hurting and your neck muscles to start clenching, which finds you at home, sitting with a pack of frozen peas on your neck and you on the phone with your spa scheduling another massage for the following day.

Save yourself the hassle, the headache and the $400.  Gather up your friends, call some massage therapists who can work from your house, get some bright red nail polish, a few bottles of champagne and yank out those despicable old sweats.  The fashion trends of the 1980s might not come back-or at least let’s hope not, but you can still relax at home in whatever hideous eighties attire you still own, painting your nails with your best girlfriends accompanied by Madonna blaring in the background.