the new place that Timken asked about
[QUOTE=Timken] Did you go? Any follow up? Thanks a lot.[/QUOTE]
TOFTT
It's 80, I prefer to pay 60, but I like a Thai massage from time to time and that seems to be the going rate. (although you can find Thai for 70 if you look).
There were 4 to 6 women there. Some have worked on Mass Ave and others in Brighton. As I know that this is always a concern, all looked female based on the quick view that I had and I didn't hear any deep voices.
I was a walk-in and drew Shana. Seemed female to me.
Typical Thai style massage on a mat. Not as oily as some places. Hot towel clean-up. I tipped 40 which is my standard fair for a satisfying visit. She thought 60 was more appropriate. I explained that I have to be fair to the other providers I visit so I can only tip 40. She smiled and asked me to come and see her again.
New Location of Grand Central Station Revealed
Felt a familiar desire this evening--that and also a driving need to GTF out of the house. But let's leave that latter fact alone for now.
Thinking through my options, decided to call Bonan as Jessica is one of my ATFs. Called, spoke with her and made an appointment to see her at 9:00.
As I drove on 95, I was puzzled. The closer I got to the Bonan exit, the more often I saw giant trucks bearing the logo of the New York, New Haven and Pennsylvania Railroad. This stumped me.
Drove down the street past Jessica's Massage Palace, parked the Benz at an open spot, donned my pork pie hat, tightened my belt, thoughtfully adjusting my trousers and rang the doorbell at 8:55.
Jo Jo, she of the lovely C-cups, greeted me and though I informed her that I had an appointment with Jessica, invited me to enter a room to the left and to relax and take my time preparing for a nice massage.
No sign of Jessica, so Jo Jo began the proceedings and I must say did her usual best to rub BA's cares and whiles away. Sigh. She did what needed to be done, and more. I sampled many fine offerings on the table and young Jo Jo was assured that she would profit handsomely thereby.
Toward the end, I finally comprehended that Jo Jo, and not Jessica, would be handling BA's affairs on this particular evening.
The phone did not ring, but BA was taken aback by the fact that 1. despite the late hour, all rooms were occupied and 2. one or two fellow Hobbyists rang the bell during his session. Jo Jo reassured him that Bonan's full bevy of ladies were on the premises.
As the doorbell rang a third time, I understood why I'd seen so many trucks on the Bonan Highway: Plans were afoot to build another Grand Central Station at the very place that Bonan had occupied. Last year, Grand Central was located at Lavender, and BA for one surely wishes that those railroad robber barons would settle upon its final location.
As I lay there, enjoying Jo Jo's company, I could hear announcements about the track locations for trains to Westport, Darien, East Meadow and Port Chester. I swear 'tis true. And when the homeless guy who wears a parrot-shaped hat finally came into the room to ask for a handout, I knew that by all that is holy, Bonan has become the new site of Grand Central Station. As I squeezed my eyes shut, I could even see the huge Kodak display dominating the far wall.
Pinching myself, lest I lapse further into nostalgic reverie, I focused my attention on Jo Jo and at long last our designated hour had lapsed and BA, his knuckles well cracked, stood up to get dressed and return to the real world.
As I departed, Jessica greeted me in the reception area, provided a routine "hey-pal-forget-your-name-but-glad-to-see-ya- regardless-and-hope-to-see-ya-again-some-time-in-the-not-distant-future, wherever-your-final-destination-may-be" kind of hug. BA tried to lure Jessica into one of the open massage rooms, but she protested, so he departed from this new location of Grand Central Station, concluding that he must stay away from the place for the indeterminate future as service has been trumped by popularity and despite his all-too-liberal payment scale (on the higher end of Bob Bobby's well known and highly regarded recommendations, or so help me, even above) Mama Jessica seemed not even to remember him. His heart broken, BA drove to a local watering hole, where he consumed two nice glasses of wine and from there, proceeded uneventfully, home.
In the morning, BA will ask his trusted admin assistant to place a note in the calender for a return visit in December, or maybe never. His asst is a lovely young Asian lady of the Spinner variety, and BA has often wondered why her desk is covered with credit card receipts every morning. She is, however, a member of the IBTC, and BA likes them larger.