Dinner at Cafe Pasquals. Great food, but the place seemed pretty damn pretentious. Maybe we were getting a weird vibe from the owner because Cody name dropped to get us a reservation. He had just bought wine from Derek and asked him about a good dinner spot. Derek said, "Cafe Pasqual's, tell them Derek sent you." So, Cody did. The owner was none too impressed when she found out we had just met Derek 15 minutes earlier. If she spit in our food, I couldn't tell. It was delicious.
On a totally separate and completely unrelated note, how freaking high does a urinal really need to be? I almost pissed in the sink and washed my hands in the urinal.
One final note. There are no pictures of our day at Ten Thousand Waves, and that is for good reason. WAY too many old, naked guys. Seriously, nothing wrong with being naked, but to quote Cody, "a little modesty goes a long way." We don't need to be sitting in the hot tub, with you, creepy, washed up massage therapist to the stars, sitting on the edge of the tub with your legs s p r e a d open. Nor do we need to watch you, old guy about to have a heart attack, as you rearrange the deck furniture in your birthday suit. Again, nudity is fine, but this ain't a nudist colony, why are you milling around in the nude? Walk with a purpose, get where you are going, or grab a towel for your stroll.
Otherwise, the cold plunge, foot soak, relaxation room, massages and salt glows were unequaled. 4.5 out of 5 stars for TTW. The half-star miss is because of the sausage party that broke out at the communal pool. Seriously, a bunch of naked guys passed their prime should hang out in one of the men's pool, and leave us others to soak without having to divert our eyes.
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