Aruba SunSpa, El Paso, Texas, Friday

[lovemykilt]

"I told you, man," Priestly said, leading the way into the spa. "There's no such thing as a city in America that doesn't have at least one sauna. It's basically a rule." He flipped over the little pamphlet. "This one apparently does infrared." He frowned a little at the slightly silly list of purported health benefits -- wound healing? really? --

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[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh, come on, how was I supposed to know? I mean, aren't saunsas, like, a Norwegian thing or something?" He was pretty sure he'd seen a special on TV about that at some point. "Besides, we're in the middle of the desert... who needs a special room to get uncomfortably hot in?"

And yet, here Jaime was, going to the spa in order to see this mythical Texan sauna.

[lovemykilt]

"This is a controlled uncomfortable heat. 100% predictable." Unlike anything at all weather related.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Hey, El Paso weather is totally predictable. It's gonna be hot."

Predictably hot!

Well, except for that brief dusting of snow a couple weeks ago, but that hadn't stuck so it didn't count.

[lovemykilt]

Oh, it counted. It was a betrayal. "Controlled, Jaime. The key word is controlled. Here we get to be uncomfortably hot only for how long and in what way suits us."