A few weeks ago, I was invited to indulge in a massage at the posh Guerlain Spa at The Waldorf=Astoria. I had toured the spa when it first opened about two years ago but had yet to experience a treatment there. Deciding it would be the perfect way to end a particularly stressful week and ease into the weekend, I scheduled the massage for 5pm on a Friday afternoon. Fortunately, the spa is just a few blocks from my office. Of course, that didn’t keep me from arriving drained and out of breath from having to tie up some last-minute loose ends at work. Within minutes of my arrival, I was happily ensconced in the lounge with a glass of champagne in hand. Personally, I’ve always been a fan of spas that offer a glass of vino in addition to the usual teas and cucumber water. Anyway, it wasn’t long before I was feeling more myself thanks to the decadent foot bath and healing hands of my talented therapist. And because the last thing I wanted to worry about after a sensationally soothing massage was doing math, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it’s the spa’s policy not to accept gratuities. It was certainly a blessing in my blissed out and arithmetic-challenged state.