I Got Wanged!

On Wednesday of this last week I met up with my teacher girlfriends for what we thought was some relaxation. There's a place (I'm not even sure of the name) in downtown Kirkland that charges $25 an hour for a "foot massage". I have heard great things about this place and was looking forward to trying it out with Dana and Annie during their winter break too. We walked in and it had quite the Asian flare and there were rows of easy chairs set up in theater style. We expected to talk and visit, but it was very quiet and dark. So, we sat down for our hour of bliss. ;)
So, my massager was Wang...the biggest guy there. No big deal, right? Wrong. The awesome thing about this place is that it's not ONLY a foot massage - but also a head massage, neck, back, leg, and arm massage. The funny/scary thing about it is that it's not only massage, but a slight beating. Not kidding.
Wang started on my head, which felt good...until he stuck his fingers in my EARS. Good thing I cleaned them that morning. Nasty. I mean the guy not only got his fingers in there, but he rolled them around. Then he moved to my arms, not so bad. Felt pretty good actually...but then we all were almost in tears as a lady in the same room started snoring. How she snored while getting this massage I have no idea, but she did somehow fall asleep.
Then Wang got to my legs...yikes. Part of the foot and leg massage felt great. Parts of it made me cringe. He pressed so hard on my foot and I'm assuming it was to get the toxins or something out of my body. And then he started slapping stuff - my feet, my legs, later my back. It was pretty forceful. When I would make faces or laugh because I was in a little shock, he just smiled at me. I don't think he spoke any English. He also cracked all my toes (it still gives me the shivers) and then picked me up and ended the massage with a back crack! I looked at Annie with a look like "Help!" and then we both couldn't control our laughing.
I told her later I wasn't sure if I'd say it "hurt so good" or "hurt real bad" afterwards...but I seem to be fine. And crazy enough, I'd go again. I might request one of the women to do her magic on me and maybe not Wang (aka: sumo wrestler...just kidding, he wasn't quite that big). Now I get to say to everyone and tell the story of getting Wanged, which makes it all worth it. :)