Celebrities, living lives of ease, luxury, and quite often chemically enhanced euphoria, will sometimes hit a brick wall where their body says "whoa, stuff comes OUT of your nose, no more of that thank you, famous person" and promptly check themselves into rehab to recover from "exhaustion."
Funny, the rest of us just sleep in on the weekend, but I digress. It appears that rehab is not quite what it's cracked up to be; it's more like an exclusive spa with the occasional wagged finger. Apparently, some spas even have a list of fine wines available, along with masseuses, chiropractors, and an array of other servants and hangers-on for the discerning drug-ravaged actor/heiress/model.
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