I recently had a hot stone massage (if you have never had one before you must promise me and yourself that you will treat yourself to one one day soon). The very nice massage therapist started the massage with an intention card (like a tarot card but with inspirational words), a kombucha shot, and a strike of a gong (more like a windchime).
It was all wonderfully relaxing in a new age, slightly self conscious kind of way.
And it made me think about the Whole Foods Parking Lot rap, which makes me laugh and cringe at the same time.
Here’s the rap for your enjoyment:
