A Cheese Grater and a Dremel Buffer

This was a weekend of firsts.  First pedicure, first set of acrylic nails, first time being a bridesmaid, first reception with dancing, first time driving to Coffeyville by myself.  Basically, this was a weekend that exploited my naivety.  Here are some misconceptions I had.

Pedicures tickle.  They don't; maybe because I have tough feet.  Yeah, the poor lady had to use a cheese grater on my feet...or what looked to be a cheese grater.  I blame sandals and going barefoot most of my life.

Acrylic nails are plastic things they glue on your real nails.  False.  Only the tip (white part) of the nail is plastic.  The rest is this clear cement stuff.  Aka acrylic?  This is also where they used a dremel.  Who would have thought?  I'm pretty sure a sheer look of panic crossed my face when they brought that out.

Acrylic nails will easily break off.  Yeah, right.  They are on there for good.  Never coming off.  I feel a strong connection with the Wolverine.

All dancing is awkward.  In reality, only being forced to dance with a perfect stranger is awkward.  Choosing to dance with a complete stranger is actually quite entertaining.  Thanks for my first not-so-awkward dance.

Here are some other things that I learned/realized.

Big, poofy white wedding dresses are not for me.  No, thank you.

The maid of honor and the best man sign the wedding license.

The Logo game is quite entertaining.

Geocaching is the most awesome thing I have ever heard of!!!  It's like treasure hunting in a land locked state.  Someone pleeeeeese take me.  I don't have an iphone.

I like cheesy pick up lines more than any girl should.

Logic is always needed when dealing with flowers and ice chests.

If I ever have a girl child she's in for a world of hurt.  I can't do hair, I can't do makeup, I can barely do fingernail polish.

I pronounce apparently with an extra syllable.  Like appar-RE-ent-ly.