These words that I write, they keep me from total insanity. -Charles Bukowski

Jan 26, 2009

Well Today Has Been Very, Very...GAY!!!

So come with me, if you will, on a little journey. A journey of sight, and sound. A journey where one soldier comes to grips with his sexuality, and calls into question all that he has ever believed about spa's and chick stuff. Yes, my day has been very, very gay...

Today started out ordinarily enough. I woke up 10 minutes before I was supposed to be at the USO to catch the bus to some shopping trip that I signed up for yesterday. However, since I was up until 3 in morning last night playing around on the internet for no good reason I was in no mood to get out of bed and go. So I went back to sleep for another 2 hours. No problem. This place isn't like the regular Army where if you miss anything they send a hunting party out to find you. If you aren't there they just go to the next guy on the list.

Then I actually hauled my ass out of bed at 1000 hrs. Enough sleep for me, gotta get moving and enjoy my second day of R&R. So I needed some clean clothes so I made a pit stop at the laundry and threw in a load, I then jumped into the shower and washed my ass, twice! Still got AssCrackIstan on me, trying desperately (probably in vain) to get that stink off of me.

Then I went and found Duby. We had a few errands to run. Dropping off clothes at the dry cleaners and stopping by the post office to mail some drug paraphernalia home. So we got that done about 1300-ish, and decided that it was time for some much needed sustenance. At first we figured we would take the bus over to the chow hall, but then it dawned on us that lunch is only served until 1300 and we probably wouldn't make it in time. So we racked our brains a little bit. Pizza, no. Burger King, nah. Popeye's Chicken, Nope. Subway, close but no cigar. Ah, I've got it let's go the Chile's! That's right they have a Chile's here in Qatar. Just like the ones back home. Except for the non-alcoholic pina coladas and margaritas. Which to me is like reaching back with your pimp hand and slapping God in the face. Not good people, not good at all.

Now, I am a big boy and when properly motivated I can put down Chile's food like a 130 pound Chinaman in a hot dog eating contest. And so I did. Here is a breakdown of what I had this afternoon.

1. Triple Play appetizer. Southwest egg rolls, mozzarella sticks, and hot wings. Oh my.
2. Side salad with ranch dressing.
3. 12 ounce rib eye steak with french fries and broccoli with melted cheese.
4. Molten Chocolate Cake.
5. 4 Coke's and a glass of milk with the chocolate cake.

In the immortal words of Pigpen, "Holy Jumping Jesus On A Pogo Stick" It has been a long time since I was that full, and that satisfied all at the same time. I probably looked like I had a perpetual orgasm going for about 45 minutes after I got out of there. Needless to say, I have been eating rather copious amounts of plated shit since I have gotten here. To actually sit down and have a nice, civilized meal with REAL food was about as close to sex as I am going to get over here. If only you could...uh uh, moving on.

And then the day took a decided turn towards the gayer side of life. Now before I tell you what happened let me say this.

Until you have strapped on a weapon in defense of your nation, and lived in the mountains of some third world hell hole, and burned your own shit, not washed with anything but baby wipes for any length of time, or dug dust out of the most ungodly orifices in your body, or any of the wonderful list of perks that come with being deployed, then don't judge me. Because I would be more than happy to whip your ass and show you just how gay I really am. (I know, it didn't sound right did it.)

That being said, here is what happened.

I had an hour long massage scheduled for 1900 tonight. Duby decided that he wanted to see what other services they offered at the spa and possibly partake. So I figured, "What the hell". We get over there and it turns out that they have the whole kit and caboodle. Massage, facial, manicure and pedicure. Fun for me.

Duby decides he is going to get it all, so I dutifully followed suit. Now I have never had any of this, save the massage, done before. I mean c'mon I have been to Korea. Who hasn't gotten a massage there. Any male who says he hasn't is lying.

Moving on, so I lay down on the table for my massage and the girl comes in a does her thing. And I fall asleep. Apparently it was a much better massage than I had initially expected.

Shortly thereafter I was awakened by the most searing pain I have felt in a long while. She had begun the facial portion of my spa treatment and was digging into my face with what felt like the devil's thumbnail. She was scraping in the nook between my nose and my cheek, on top of my nose, on my chin, on my cheeks, on my upper lip, and on my forehead.

Scraping everywhere trying to dig down into my face until she found my damn brain. And as evidenced by the caliber of my writing it was going to take her awhile. I mean I am a pretty tough guy, but I'll admit it I teared up a bit. Then she showed me a kleenex peppered with little blackheads and bits of dirt and shit. Apparently, this is what she had just finished digging out of my face. Wow, it's called soap dickhead!

So far this experience rates as yellow on the gayness mood ring. Now it was time to bump it up to red.

I went back out to the front and sat down in a chair and waited for the gayness to commence. And commence it did. The girl came out and had me take my shoes and socks off and put my feet in a scorching hot bubble bath with some little nipples or some shit on the bottom of the tub that felt absolutely fabulous on the bottoms of my feet. Then while she let my dogs soak, she went to work on my fingernails. She put some pink shit on there that she said was nail strengthener or some shit, then she clipped them down to where they should be. After that she scrapped the top of them with something that looked like a miniature scalpel and then dug around in my cuticles with a pair of baby scissors and repeated this process until my fingernails were about as pretty as they have ever been.

Now it was on to my feet. And ladies and gents, let me tell you something about GI feet. They are easily the most disgustingly rancid thing that God has ever put on this earth. You lace up a pair of boots everyday for a decade or so and let's see how your feet look.

So she gets down to it, scrubbing the bottoms with a belt sander and getting all the dead skin off. Rubbing my feet down with a combination of cocoa butter and lava soap. Then getting to work on my toe nails and doing the same shit that she did to the fingers to the toes. I was like, "Holy O' Shit man, my toes are pretty too!"

Well then, I have only one thing to say about this. To every girl I ever gave any shit about all the stuff that you guys do to make yourselves feel pretty. "I TAKE IT ALL BACK"

I see why you guys like to get pampered. Now I'll really piss y'all off. I don't know how much this shit costs in the states, but here the whole thing cost me $48.00.

Anyways, now it is off to get my 3 authorized beers for today. Stay tuned though, I've got some incredibly insightful questions over the past few days, and I am going to answer them sooner or later.

Later,

I love you mom...

16 comments:

  1. I am sooo jealous right now, but you deserve to be pampered - you've earned it. Just an FYI, around here $48 would, maybe, cover just the mani and pedi and the massage would be about twice that. I hope you're beer was nice and cold. Just curious; did you walk over to the bar singing "I feel pretty?"
    Love ya,
    Jeanne

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  2. Bwhahah. My husband has the NASTIEST feet. He doesn't like to wear socks with his boots because in his mind, it prepares him to be able to walk twice as far (he's infantry) with the comfort of socks. Needless to say he was one of the special kids with a yeast infection in his feet at Ranger school. YUM.

    I totally second what Jeanne said about the cost of mani/pedis. At that price, I'd go back every day! Good for you getting pampered and good call on the Triple Play!

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  3. $48.00 now that is cheap. I got my wife an hour long massage and it cost me $60.00. You got a great deal and it sounds like it was well worth it.

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  4. mudpuppy...where are the pictures? c'mon pretty soldier toes deserve blog space!
    Hmmm...note to airmanmom: don't ask son about any massages while he is in Korea.

    ~AM

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  5. is your R&R just on this FOB? Or are they gonna fly you home and you are just waiting for flights?

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  6. I'm totally jealous. I gave myself a pedi yesterday, but it was nothing like that! I'd pay for that too!

    I wonder if they have any treatments over there that work for cellulite removal? Now that I could really get jealous over.

    Glad you're enjoying your R&R with some pampering.

    Best,
    KJ
    Austin

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  7. ROFL - good! Mud Puppy repeat after me "It's ok to be a metrosexual, it's ok to be a metrosexual, women like guys with clean feet" As airman's mom said where are the pics??? And hey -she's Mom so answer her!! :)

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  8. Okay, I laughed my ass off on this posting! You see, I do manicures and pedicures for a living. I am sure mine our much better than what you received. No baby scissors cutting cuticles. Then during the pedicure, I use hot rocks to massage your legs and feet. Ahhh! I actually have straight men come every week for a manicure and every 4 weeks for a pedicure. They are not gayish, they are more girly men. Just kidding. I charge $61 for a manicure & pedicure takes 1 1/2 hours. Sounds like you got a good deal! Be sure to get another massage before heading back to Asscrackastan! Keep writing!

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  9. Hey troop! You get those dogs to tender and you won't be worth a shit for weeks! Just kidding. Enjoy the R&R while it lasts because they are way to short! Your post actually got me jealous. Back in '69 my R&R was in Sydney Australia. What a beautiful place, but I never even thought of getting pampered like that. Our foot problem was the famous "jungle rot". What do you guys have to contend with?

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  10. Hi Mud Puppy,
    Well I LMAO at this post. You have a way with words that's for sure...I don't think there should be any worries about your "very gay day." I took that to mean all the happiness and joy you experienced as your body got more cleaning in six hours than it's seen in six months??
    I am wondering if your skin and body parts have gone into shock from all the removal of dirt and grime.

    The description of the pedicure was the best! Us dancers hate shoes and try to stay barefoot as much as possible, I cannot begin to imagine having my feet in combat boots 24/7! And I also cannot imagine the odoriferousness that comes off soldier's feet and their boots after endless hours on duty and in the heat??? OMG!

    For being in Qatar you have some pretty funny stories to tell. Have fun MP, that's all you can do. Hope your R&R gets better every day.

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  11. I'm laughing my ass off, to damn funny. The tears are just rolling down. We need pics. LMAO

    Love ya,
    De Girl

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  12. Yeah, but you didn't get the bikini wax...that's when the fun really begins! Glad you enjoyed the pampering....you so deserve it!

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  13. The Thunder Run has linked to this post in the blog post From the Front: 01/27/2009 News and Personal dispatches from the front and the home front.

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  14. Too funny! And your commenters---bikini wax---wish I'd thought of that one. Ha. My husband cannot stand slimy hand cream, so the thought of him getting a facial...no way.

    I am so glad you are enjoying your R and R.

    We are slip-sliding on ice in the metroplex here today.

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  15. It's great to see that you're having a good time Mud Puppy.

    All the best

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  16. HEY BROTHER WHEN YOU GET HOME YOU CAN SET UP SHOP AT COMISKY PARK AND SHOW YOUR GAY SOUTHSIDE CREW HOW IT FEELS!!!!
    PS, I'M SENDING THIS TO ALL BOYSTOWN BLOGERS!!!

    WILL GIVE YOU A BIG EAD ON SUPER SUNDAY!!! PAULIE, FUNCTIONING ALCOHOLIC!!!!

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