A Girly Afternoon

Having procured the perfect wedding shoes, it was time to meet up with my bridesmaids, flower girl, and our moms for lunch and mani/pedis.

We went to a restaurant/bar that my bridesmaid, Danielle, and I used to frequent in college.  We hadn't been there in years, but it somehow seemed appropriate to revisit it on my last day as a "single" woman.  We had a yummy lunch of sandwiches and french fries (I was SO over the "wedding diet" by this point and figured it was too late to really change the way I'd look in my dress the following day).  We chatted over mimosas and tequila sunrises, catching up on each other's lives and discussing wedding day plans.

 Me and Jaymi

 Jaymi and our mom

Lunch was also when I gave them their bridesmaids gifts: tote bags with their monograms, necklaces (with tiny diamonds), their favorite wine, and flip-flops (for when their shoes inevitably started hurting them during the reception).  I gave our flower girl a bracelet with her initial, a ring pop, and bubbles.  The girl seriously loves bubbles.

And ring pops, clearly.

After our slightly boozy lunch we walked down the street for our mani/pedis.  I have to confess something here: I was a pedicure virgin.  I'm kind of weird about feet, in that I think they're gross and I don't want to touch anyone else's or have anyone touch mine.  So I was obviously terrified of getting a pedicure, but I figured it was just one of those things you have to do before your wedding.  I couldn't have jacked-up toenails peeking out from my perfect new peep-toe shoes, right?  Everyone told me I would love it if I just tried it, and that it's the most relaxing thing in the world.  So, I gave it a go.  The verdict?

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 This is me, so far beyond uncomfortable it's not even funny.

I hated it.  HATED.IT.  I was so uncomfortable and squirming in my chair.  It was really a good thing we drank at lunch, I don't think I could have gotten through it otherwise.  Yes, I'm being a big baby and a bit overly dramatic.  And no, I will never get a pedicure again.  Hear me, Jaymi?  Never again.

Here's Jaymi, loving her pedicure.  Well bully for her.

At least I got pretty toes out of the deal.  And I loved the manicure: having my hands massaged and my fingernails pretty-fied is much more my style than having my feet submerged in creepily warm water and some lady's fingers between my toes.

The mani/pedis took quite a bit longer than we had planned, and as soon as our nails were dry we all had to run home to change and get ready for the out-of-towners' dinner Jaymi was hosting at her house that night.  The wedding weekend was rushing by, and I was just trying to keep up!