So, I was M.I.A last week because I was moving. My poor body is so bruised, from walking into moving boxes, that it looks like I was just released from Guantanamo.
And after the stressful week I’ve had, all I can think about is this new spa I saw on Style.com.
I had to be pinched after hearing about the luxury skincare vending machine. After learning of Spa Castle- a 5 story high, 100,000 sq ft. spa in Queens, NY, I’m going to need to be slapped, doused with water and given a bag to hyperventilate into.
This thing is like the Taj Mahal of spas (the Vegas version).
General admission is $35 for weekdays/ $45 for weekends.
Your Spa Castle experience begins the minute you walk through the doors. Oxygen-enriched air is filtered throughout the spa. (I might just go there and hang out in the lobby.)
There are four different, heated mineral pools in the center of the indoor spa. Seven themed sauna rooms. One sauna uses L.E.D color therapy.
This sauna looks cool. Granted, it doesn’t give me seizures.
You can also get reasonably-priced hand, foot and full body massages.
And at Spa Castle, there’s not just a juice bar, there’s an entire food court area. Filled with healthy fares like smoothies and sushi, as well as spaghetti and meatballs, cheeseburgers and Starbucks. (Just in case you’re feeling a little too detoxified.)
There’s even a sleeping area, so you can take a nap after your relaxing massage (or big cheeseburger lunch).
Since I can’t afford to go on a vacation this winter, maybe I’ll just spend a week at Spa Castle. Sounds like there are so many rooms, no one will even know if I don’t leave. And while I’m there, I can chip some of the gold off the gold sauna walls, to save up for a Starbucks Venti Latte.

Good God. That's bloody amazing. I want to move into that place. (Great entry, btw.)
Posted by: Heather B. | February 03, 2009 at 09:55 AM
Yes, I want to live there too. And I think there's room enough for everyone to move there and they wouldn't even know:)
Posted by: jenny | February 03, 2009 at 12:54 PM
OMG this is sooooo close to my father's house. I REALLY need to visit dear old Dad...heh heh.
Posted by: ForgetfulDebbie | February 04, 2009 at 11:28 AM
Ha. Ha. And you can bring your dad a burger from the food court area.
Posted by: jenny | February 04, 2009 at 11:40 AM