But more importantly, I went to Qua, the incredible spa at Caesars Palace.
Years ago when Qua first opened, a colleague treated me to a hot stone massage there and I have been trying to make my way back ever since. It’s such a beautiful place.
This time I sprang for a massage and my first-ever facial. Go ahead and make your That’s What She Said jokes now.
I arrived early to change out of street clothes and enjoy Qua’s gorgeous pools, tubs, ice room, inhalation room and sauna. All are included in the price of spa services. The spa is clothing optional throughout so there are separate spas for both genders.
My massage therapist was named Brandon and he* was terrific. Perfect pressure. Quiet. Did not attempt me to engage in any conversation beyond confirming my comfort. I left the treatment room feeling so relaxed and wonderful.
I was a little nervous about getting a facial. What would I do if my sensitive skin freaked out and I had to go through the rest of my business trip looking like Samantha?
I told my aesthetician (named Serenity, of course) about my concerns. Whether she altered her approach or if my worries were simply unfounded, I’ll never know. It was a positive experience and my skin looks and feels great.
I hated to leave Qua and will do everything I can to book a return visit next time I’m in Vegas.
*When I called to schedule, I got the usual question about whether or not I minded having a man give me my massage. I did not.