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pamper yourselfPublished: March, 2010

Until very recently, my spa experience was voluntarily nonexistent. Spas just seemed to rely too much on trickly little Zen fountains and whale music – which would be fine if I were a whale in the market for a facial and a little “me time.”
   
But now, as I sit in front of my computer with my itty-bitty pores and relaxed shoulders, I get it.
   
Pure blu spa is tucked in the Newport Beach Marriott like a little secret – one I was dying to be let in on. The spa features a saltwater hot tub, a soaking pool for feet, a eucalyptus steam room and a sauna. (My recommendation: the foot soaker.)
   
Pure blu has many different ways to “leave planet Earth.” I am departing via a treatment called the pure blu O2, an oxygen facial said to rival a nonsurgical facelift.
   
My esthetician, Andrea Brown, calls it “the Madonna facial,” for the celebrity who made it famous. Depending on which button on the nozzle Andrea pushed, serum was refreshingly atomized on my skin, and the air plumped up the lines that had recently taken up residence on my face.
   
There was no pain whatsoever, but it tickled and made squeaky sounds, like air coming out of a balloon. Eighty minutes later, I looked like an “after picture.” My face looked so refreshed and gravity-defying, I felt like I might’ve been in danger of getting carded. 
   
Andrea isn’t just a facialist – she’s a goddess put here to convert spa non-believers into quivering piles of noodly
relaxation. Madonna may be rich, but she doesn’t have Andrea massaging her hands and forearms – not to mention my perpetually sore cyclist’s calves – into submission.
   
It’s highly recommended – all without whale music.

> pure blu spa
Newport Beach
949.720.7903
purebluspa.com