Dr. Fishy

So I finally got around to having my first Dr. Fish experiment. Holy mother. It was weird. You buy a coffee, lounge and chat, then submerge your tootsies in a tank of little monsters waiting to brunch on your dead skin. How romantic, right? It tickled like mad and I probably shouldn't have had so much coffee, because I'm pretty sure it was oozing out of my pores and into the water, giving those fish the extra pizazz they needed to make the experience extra unbearable.

sugar rush.

We were alotted 15 minutes in the Dr. Fish pool, and I probably had my feet in for a third of that time. The other 10 minutes were spent deep breathing like a lamas trainee and flailing my hands around like a gay at a Whitney concert.such a baby.

Afterwards, though, my feet were smooth and shockingly enough, there were no jaws-like chunks taken out of my skin. I might go back again, if I can find a way to get over the crazy tickling feeling.

my feet.

B's Feet.

I know they have it in some states back home. If you can find one, try it out. It was worth the torture. Slowly crossing off the random things on my Korean "To Do" list.