Thursday, November 18, 2010
After the groom party broke up for the night (hubby to be and pals stayed at a hotel the next town over, with a pool and other fun stuff) we just hung out at Erin's watching movies, then cartoons and prepared for the next day. I took a shower the night before at the hairdresser's request. While eating some snacks, Christine (one of the bridesmaids) looked at my hands.
"You bite your nails?"
I'll admit it, I don't have many bad habits. I don't drink (much). I don't smoke. (as in at all). But I do bite my nails. I have since I was a little sprout and my mother (bless her heart) never could get me to stop permanently. I did once, when money was promised, but I haven't kicked the habit for good.
"Yeah," I confessed. "And I know my hands look terrible."
"Wait here," Christine told me. She returned with fake nails. I'd never worn fake nails before. I don't know. The idea of putting super glue on your nail beds just to place acrylic crap on top never sounded appealing to me. But it WAS a wedding and I really couldn't have hands like a little girl's. I relented, and gave her my fingers. Each nail she placed on (carefully) looked okay until we reached the thumbnails. I have VERY tiny hands (children's gloves can fit on me. To get an even better idea of how elf like I am, I wear a size 3 children's shoe.). when I looked at the fingernails, they were a little long, but do able. The thumbnails however, were ridiculous. They were twice the size of my thumbs. The nails had to come off.
"Do you have nail polish remover?" Christine asked Erin. She did, but we also had to drive to CVS to obtain a chemical that would remove the nails and the glue. I'll say it rather undiplomaticly: What a pain in the ass that was. It was also painful period. Christine had to make sure that she didn't rip my nail beds off or the skin surrounding it. She tugged a little at one of the fake nails. "OW!" I blurted out. "Oh my God!"
"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "This might hurt."
I have a pretty high pain tolerance, (spinal surgery will do that to you) but I was whimpering quite a bit as she removed each nail. Never again I say. Never again.
We went to bed pretty early, (around ten) knowing that we had to get up by 8 the next day. I slept in the guest bedroom like a baby, until sunlight hit my eyes. "It's going to be a great day for a wedding," were the first thoughts that entered my brain. And indeed, as I pulled back the curtain, I noticed the colorful fall leaves on the trees and the gorgeous flowers that had arrived the night before in the front yard. I climbed out of bed and was greeted by Maggie. She's the family dog, but has a special bond with Erin. They usually go everywhere together, Erin driving, Maggie her co-pilot with her doggy bed in the front seat. She's even been on a few dates with Erin. We knew James was the one when Maggie approved and James didn't care that Erin's four legged friend joined them on adventures. "Good morning sweetheart," I greeted. Her tail was wagging a mile a minute. "Are you excited?"
Erin's mom was already up. On the table, there was a whole platter of muffins, bagels, toast, pancakes, waffles and fruit.
"WOW!" I gasped.
"Eat up!" she said cheerfully. "It's going to be a busy day."
And indeed it was. Once I was up, I was off and running. Soon Christine, Amanda and our bride to be Erin, were up as well. Tammy, Erin's childhood friend and recent cosmetologist graduate, went to work on our hair at 8am. I was first.
"Sure." I said.
There was, indeed, tons of pins a lot of aqua net. I tried not to think of what I would have to do that evening when I would have to remove the pins, and was instead curious on what my hair looked like. I soon found out when she handed me a mirror and announced that she was finished. I was stunned at what she could do in 30 minutes. I loved it.
After getting dressed and doing our makeup, we surprisingly had some time to relax. I couldn't believe though, that in a couple of hours, my best friend would be married.