2 posts tagged “pop”

Alrighty, as I promised earlier here is a full report about me and pops annual Kabuki Spa and Springs trip. Here are some highlights.

• Upon arguing and finally convincing pop that the white powder in the tiny cup is not a refreshing beverage, but a salt scrub, pop loudly states "Aaahh. yes vee used to rub each other down in the saunas during long rugby tournament trips." There's no talking. remember pop?
  
• While very slowly, but not fully going into the cold pool, post hot sauna, I get creepy old guy miming out in a very "baby-peek-a-boo-I-see-you style", that I should just jump right in. Thanks creepy!
• Pop in plain view of everyone grabbing my love handles and telling me "See dat is vat happens when you stop exercising." Thanks for the tip dad. I hadn't noticed!
• When given locker key with attached elastic armband, pop decides to be a rebel and go with a very stylish and very 90s anklet instead. Nice touch. How very BloodSugarSexMagic of you.
  

Other than that, not any (more) drama. Pop was well behaved. The place is clean, quiet and smells like cucumber water. The staff is friendly, but militant. Especially about cleanliness, order, and any chit-chat over one or two words. Which was great.

After a pitcher of water, and a huge lunch at a nearby Thai retaurant, we are in the car on our way home. Having filled my annual duty for taking the old man out, and being relived that I only have to do this once a year, he says "that was fun, do it again next Thursday?" What am I going to do, deny the old guy?

  

Every year my dad wants to go to the Kabuki Springs & Spa. And usually every year I manage to take him. But he doesn't want to go alone. Apparently this is something you do with your eldest son. I tell him the hours of operation for and when it is open for men and when for women. See, this place is old school. Nude. Men: Mondays, Thursdays, and Saturdays , and co-ed on Tuesdays. Bathing suit and I.D. required on that day. Two things he doesn't like carrying around. When asked if he wanted to go Tuesday, the co-ed clothed day, my suggestion was laughed at, dismissed, and looked at like someone tried to hand him a flyer on Herbalife. Like, why would he come all the way to the U.S. to bathe with a bunch of chicks? Long story a little bit shorter, my dad's bathhouses have to be all male and all nude. Europeans.
   So, we're going on Thursday. Like we go every year. And, while in the sauna, pop will most likely drop little pearls of wisdom like (in a very loud thick German accent):

• "Dat one over der, for sure, is gay."
• Wring out his wet hand towel over the hot rocks then violently wave the towel in the air to circulate the steam. Right next to the sign that says "DRY SAUNA ONLY!"
• Start and end conversations with "Dat would never happen in Germany..", with strangers.
  

Update to come.