Something Rich and Strange

The idea of a bunch of gals (or at least more than one gal) getting together for a “spa getaway” conjures images of fluffy white robes, mani/pedis, and sipping green tea while wearing a revitalizing cucumber face masque and listening to a recording of the pan flute. How gentile.

And boooooring.

The real Spa getaway (and yes, that’s Spa with a capital “S”) takes place this weekend, not in an exclusive new-agey enclave of pampered chicks, but the Ardennes Forest on the border of Belgium and Germany (think Wagnerian heroines with braids and breastplates versus Scrunchies and terry cloth sarongs). And this soundtrack is so soothing you need to wear earplugs (no offense, Richard. Really).

Of course (duh!), I’m talking about the 2010 Formula 1 (you know, the pinnacle of motor sport action?!?) Belgian Grand Prix at Spa-Francorchamps.

My BF1FF (best Formula 1 friend forever) Kimberly and I are doing a surgical-strike sporting mission to Belgium beginning on Thursday to take in what is generally regarded by F1 drivers and spectators alike as the best place to race and watch racing in the world.

So stay tuned, as Kimberly is not only a kick-ass graphic designer, but photographer, as well. I’m also trying to persuade her to come-up with an info-graphic for this event, so we’ll see (no pressure, but it would be soooo epic if you did). In the meantime, I can guarantee that a pic or two might pique some interest out there (oy, the alliteration!).

But don’t worry about the whole spa thing; we’re sitting in a covered grandstand so our coiffures won’t get ruined in case of (likely) inclement weather.