Enter the Drama Queen

“NO” is the first answer to any question which my wife puts to me for trying out new stuff. To protect the male ego the “no” has to backed up by ridiculous reasons and answers. I say this because we were at the world’s most beautiful fjord (a propaganda statements chanted by Norwegians ) and staying in one of the better hotels as it was the only hotel with staff. Amrit asked me to join her at the Sanus Per Aquam (SPA). As you know the answer was NO and came with a hissy fit which was not experienced before. It would have been an Oscar-winning performance and made women-kind so proud of me for getting in touch with my feminine (drama queen) side. But my wife convinced me with her very own powerful persuasive skills (otherwise known as nagging) to go and try the SPA so this man dragged his grizzly bear legs to the SPA where a beautiful blonde receptionist smiled and greeted me. So began the saga of cleansing the body. First, a foot bath with bubbles. Then, sauna with a beautiful view of the majestic snow-capped Norwegian mountains. Then a cold seven sisters shower and then a Caribbean misted scented oil shower. Then a dip in the Japanese jakuzzi with an old bald man. Finally, we went to the relaxation zone where one could relax on a sofa and watch the ladies go by. Not just relaxation for the body but therapy for the eyes. To make it worthwhile, the process was repeated twice. The second time was sans hissy fit. My wife says that I must tell you that I liked it. But in reality, I luuuurrrrrvvvvvved it and would do it again and again and again and again until the end of time.

There was a nice spa hotel once. It sat in the middle of the mountains and at the foot of a beautiful fjord. A pair of brownies came along one day and brought with them fun filled frolic and friends. They created a party on the bus and disco-ed their way through the day. One brownie ate too much fish and it got him all sick in the tummy. The other one walked up a snowy mountain with sticks in the hope to learn something new. By lunchtime the two brownies were back to best and munching through lunch. Then it was free time. The brownies decided to spa. But first they had a debate: should we stay or should we go. For one brownie, it meant doing something new. For the other brownie it meant doing something together. One brownie became a drama queen and sought attention and a pep talk. The other brownie tried reverse psychology and pepped and pepped. One brownie became a grumpy old man. The other brownie got even grumpier. After a lot of huffing and puffing and nearly blowing the house down, the brownies made up and went off to spa in their robes. They did foot dips, they did sauna. They did the steam room, oil showers and Japanese jakuzzi. The brownies lay down in the relaxation rooms and watched the falling snow into the fjord. The brownies ate fruit and drank tea. The brownies held hands and smiled. One brownie said "the spa was fun" and the other brownie said "let's go again". So the brownies went to sauna, steam, shower and jakuzzi again and relaxed with the great big fjord.

The brownies like drama. The brownies like debates. The brownies like laughing at the dramas they create. Life for the brownies is never dull or flat. It's full of drama queens and grumpy old men.