in prep for our impending fun in the sun KT and i went for a pedicure friday night. of course KT doesn't leave work till 8pm. and the nail place closes at "9" supposedly... so i pick her up at 830. we drive to arlington to the place and its dark... great KT. we turn around on mass ave and head to cambridge. luckily we find a place that is open. now its much closer to 9pm. there are no parking spaces and i'm hungry. low blood sugar rebecca starts to come out. :)
so we walk in and i pick a lovely light pink shade in about 47 seconds. there is already someone there getting a pedicure, so i grab the open chair and KT has to wait. its for the best anyway since it takes her about 29 more minutes to find the right shade of polish.
the woman talks me into a manicure as she notices that KT rummaging through an open nail stand trying to remove the polish she has "tested" all over all her finger nails with straight alcohol. tsk tsk KT. the friendly asians help KT find the polish remover.
KT is very conversational towards the "nail-slaves". she asks how late they are open. it was about 9 when we walked in, mind you. the woman says 8pm... we left there at about 1015.
other nail salon highlights:
- they don't take credit cards. KT tried to trick me into walking 3 miles down mass ave in the POURING rain to go to her bank of america..
- the other woman there was getting it all. she had her feet and hands dipped in wax. and at one point she needed me to answer he phone for her cause she had potwarmers on her hands.
- potwarmer lady is afraid of lightening and went ON and ON and ON about how you're not safe in your car, if you have windows that face each other in your house, lightening will rip right through it, all kinds of scary lightening stories... thanks pretty lady.
- pretty much the whole time we were there 60 minutes was on, and it was all about russian and mexican girls who are forced into sex slavery... the woman who was giving me the manicure was asking me if they were talking about taiwan, or vietnam or something. i said no, mexico, and must have given her a horrified look cause thank god she took my hint and didn't try to tell me a personal story about how she knows someone or something...
after our nails, we tried to go to sabur. of course they stop serving food at 1030. it was 1035. so we had to go to my favorite 'el guapo'. wooo who. we shared a decanter of sangria. a little bit cinnamony but so good....
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