I'm Sorry...I'm a Runner

Last night my buddy Beth scheduled appointments for us to have pedicures. She is heading to Florida for her Spring Break (that lucky girl got a teaching job here...well, actually, in the ghetto of Detroit...but nonetheless, a job!) so she wanted to have prettier toes. What was my excuse? I don't have one.

From the minute we walked into the salon we were already having a blast. Beth took minus ten seconds to pick out her color. I on the other hand took ten minutes, after consulting three Aveda employees. And people wonder why it's going to take two years to plan a wedding.

Anyway, Beth kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm a runner...don't look at my toes." What a silly girl. I had to promise not to tell whose toes were whose from the photos below. (Hint...I am NOT a runner...no matter how hard I try.)

We both decided on an OPI nailpolish called "Oh to be 25 again." Beth giggled because she just turned 25. I giggled because I'm not even 25 yet. We're seriously the youngest MBA Partners EVER!!! But we love it...

The pedicure took 2 1/2 hours!!!!!!!! Beth's pedicurist was three things: a man, gay and a new-never done it before-pedicurist! On the other hand, the girl that did mine took the 90 minutes we scheduled for and waxed my eyebrows in the salon above while Beth was still getting her toes painted. Disclaimer: when Beth made the appointments for us, she didn't realize she booked the 90 minute pedi...yikes! Good thing she had a sense of humor about it, because it was a LONG not so relaxing pedi for her. But her toes look great! Oh, worst part for me? I missed Idol. Dang.

Here are our before and afters...





I couldn't fall asleep last night, so I cut off all of my long nails and painted them with the new color. Oh, that's the best part of the 2 1/2 hour long experience...we each got to have a new bottle of our toenail color. Almost makes it worth the...nope...nevermind. :)