Equal Opporunity Spa-ing

****Don't let the title scare you Brian, this blog will not mention breasts, and it is safe for Root consumption.

Last night was just an average Saturday night with your little brother. I came home from the airport around 8:30 or 9:00, and started cleaning and organizing and trying to get my life back in some semblance of order after a couple weeks on the road.

I had considered going out, but after about two seconds of thought decided I was definitely not feeling it and that a nice d.i.y. spa night sounded better. Shortly after aplying my Astra age-defying mask, Garrett walked through my door, saw my face and froze in his tracks - mouth agape. He was perhaps a bit scared, then amused, and finally exhilarated to find out what night it was at Casa de Quinn. He immediately insisted on joining the fun.



As you can see we both look pretty amazing in blue. It's especially complimentary to Garrett's stunning blue eyes.

In a nutshell, the night proceeded like so:
1. We carefully applied our masks, while giggling like school-girls
2. We caught up on our girl talk about relationships and who had been most recently rejected, and why games are stupid.
3. By the time we were caught up it was time to remove our masks and apply some moisturizer. Garrett was nervous about the eye cream, but finally acquiesced, and I think recognized the value.
4. We topped off the evening with the classic, "When Harry Met Sally" and a rousing game of scrabble.

It was truly a night to remember and one of my most enjoyable Saturday nights to date.

Two important informational afterthoughts:

1. Who needs sisters when you've got a brother like this?

2. Garrett told me when I picked him for church this morning that his skin has never felt better.