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Turns out, everyone needs to get their head clean once in a while. Boy, am I glad to have gone along for the ride. Head massages, it seems, are the antithesis of the New York hustle. The experience at GuiFei Spa kicks off right as you enter the basement at 37th Avenue. Amy, the vivacious owner of the space, will immediately start conversing with you despite a language barrier, advising you on what treatment you should indulge in, a minute one or an-hour long one.
What type of hair, exactly, leads to which option? Rumor has it that the availability of beds played a role in the suggestions as well. Amy, it seems, is a true business woman. I was led through a tunnel-like area alongside a pal with, I guess, similar subpar hair, into a cavernous section of the basement occupied by two spa beds, each one attached to a hair salon-like sink that, it turns out, featured high tech attachments that could thoroughly clean your scalp.
Candy, my very own technician, basically rubbed away the worries, anxieties and concerns that plague my every waking moment while trying to juggle my kids, my job, my marriage and, well, life in general. After about 30 minutes of massage-induced relaxation, I exited the earthly Eden and sat on a chair next to my just-as-lightened friend, each one of us hoping that the magical experience would end with a wonderful blowout. Although there were blow dryers involved, they were used to do what they were created for in the first place: dry our hair.
Unfortunately, the scalp treatment did not include the sort of A-list blowouts that would, at least for a few days, make us forget about the fact that our locks were not worthy of the minute session.
