Pedi's and Punch

Last night was so very decadent. After a day from hell, Brett, Kort and I went about our way to get Pedi's for the little feet. With the impending summer-although you wouldn’t know it with the rainy 55 degree weather in the middle of May-we decided it was absolutely necessary for our feets to looks cute and springy.



But mine cannot.



I might just be in the running for “the worst feet every to be attached to an otherwise cute girl” award. When I was a baby in Heaven, God must have said… “No no no, you can’t give her that rack and nice feet, it has to be one or the other” So the kind little angle got to chose and he chose the rack. (thank God) But alas, my talons are none too pretty and I swear that the woman working-and it was work my friends-on my feet was talking about my while doing so. I obviously do not understand whatever language she might have been speaking, but I can tell by the incessant giggling that she was saying “oh my goodness, check out these nasty bastards…it this a woman or a hobbit…and why is she so damn ticklish?”

So my feet feel great and they should look great but I can really only go from “horribly awful” to “somewhat ok” in the ol’ tootsie department.

After the pedi’s we trotted on over to SoPo, one of our very favorite restaurant/bars and had $2 sangrias-cannot beat it with a stick-and yummy food.

Such a fun night and one of those that makes you happy to live where you live and know who you know.

Despite the crappy weather and ugly feet, I was with my two favorite people in Chicago enjoying great fruit-filled drinks and laughter!