Now that we’re moving to the ‘burbs, I’m dealing with the reality of leaving the area we’ve called home for the last four years. Living on the Newtown/Enmore border (or, as I’ve called it, Central Bohemia) is a fascinating experience and I’d be lying if I said I won’t miss it (even though the parking situation sucks and makes me stabby). It’s noisy, colourful, eclectic and smells of dope (so I’m told; I’m not sure I know what it smells like). Our friends live here. Our family is nearby. My beautifying team (my hairdresser and podiatrist) are nearby.
When we started to seriously think of moving, I mentally planned a Newtown and Enmore bucket list; all those things I’d planned to do/see/experience when we moved here. Yet somehow, still haven’t actually gotten around to actually doing.
So, with the move coming up in the next couple of months, it’s time to make the bucket list a reality.
Rah’s Newtown and Enmore Bucket List
Go to a Newtown Jets home game(fail, the 2011 season’s already over)
- Eat at Gourmet Viking
- Eat at Inca
- Eat at El Cuervo Cantina
- Go to bellydance classes
- Take a beginner’s course at Coffee and a Yarn
- Catch a performance at the New Theatre
- See a show at The Vanguard
- Get a Thai massage
- Go shopping at Alfalfa House
Completed: get a Thai massage
Even though I’ve had this week off work, it took until yesterday for me to decide I had the “time” to spend an hour relaxing.
I went to a Thai massage centre opposite the Enmore Theatre (not this one, because they use Comic Sans and the dreaded <marquee> tag on their site). I got a 1hr oil massage for $85.
The massage itself was equal parts relaxing and painful. I think my masseuse walked on my back (I know she was sitting on my tailbone at one point; perhaps she thought she could ride me like I was a Shetland pony. Or a unicorn). I think because I live in the area, it was easier for me to block out the sound of the hustle and bustle of Enmore Road.
My masseuse was very friendly and explained what to do (it was pretty obvious I’d never been there before). I’ve been to a fancypants dayspa for a massage (that cost a lot more) and I think I preferred the Thai massage. Because it was more “organic” (wooden beds, the staff were barefoot), I wasn’t spending my time listening to/analysing all the noises of chairs moving around, shoes squeaking on the tiles, cupboard doors opening and closing and how often they were checking the clock. Yes, my brain has issues with slowing down.
I found it a tad confronting when the “modesty towel” was slowered about halfway down my backside – much, much lower than what I was used to. While my “glutes” were being worked on, I kept getting visions of my masseuse slipping on all the oil she’d rubbed on me and somehow her thumb (or, god forbid, her fist) ending up where the sun doesn’t shine. There were a few times where I thought it was going to happen, but thankfully, it didn’t.
I spent more time hearing the slaps of other massages taking place on the other side of the curtain. I kept hoping I’d walked into the “right type” of massage centre. Turns out I had.
When my time was up, I was given a hot cup of tea. Delicious tea! I don’t normally like black tea!
“What type of tea is this, it’s yummy!”
“It’s Thai tea”, she said, smiling, but giving me a “weirdo” look at the same time. And I put Thai tea on my mental shopping list. It was so nice, a bit sweet and very easy to drink.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realised she meant “Chai tea”.
That would explain the weirdo look.
Either way, I still need to go out and buy some.