As a frequent bridesmaid, I have nearly 27 dresses under my belt (not really, just 14), and I’ve been honored to celebrate alongside my friends in each of those weddings. In spite of all the drama that can go with weddings, I still love attending and being a part of them. There’s just something about the excitement and exuberance that fills the air when someone is about to pledge their life to their true love.
Being that I’m a girly girl, I enjoy the whole process from soup to nuts. I love the wedding dress shopping to the selection of photographers to the pre-wedding pampering such as pedicures and champagne…which brings me to this story.
A couple of years back, my dear friends Lisa and Nate got married. Their day was going to be splendid. The location was divine, she had the dress of her dreams, and everything was coming together swimmingly. The morning before the wedding, we all met up for mani/pedi appointments. As I’m sure you can imagine, a gaggle of girls at a nail salon the day before a wedding can be overwhelming. We chose a salon near where the rehearsal would be and that we knew had a good reputation. While this was not my regular salon, I absolutely trusted that we’d be treated right. And we were.
We got situated and got talking. We giggled and squealed and told funny stories. We enjoyed being together and saluting our bride-to-be. All was right with the world.
Until I looked down at the gentleman giving me a foot massage to tell him he was doing a great job.
And that’s when I saw it.
Or should I say them.
Upon noticing them, I did my best not to make a scene or let the gentleman know I knew. I tried to act normal and fine, but suddenly, I got the nervous sweats and became pretty quiet. I Facebooked my discovery and while I got LOAD of responses, none of the girls seemed to catch on. So, I started text bombing them. There were plenty of !!!!!!!!!! and ?????????? and maybe even a few swear words.
In spite of my usual cool under stress demeanor, I was beginning to panic. I was not prepared for this and the fact that it was touching my skin just about made my eyes roll back in my head.
The dude had two thumbs on one hand. Yes, he was straight up the six-fingered man, yet, I was no Inigo Montoya and this was not a work of fiction.
While Lisa and Nate’s wedding was awesome and memorable in many many ways, this could be one of the weirdest things that’s ever happened to me and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it!