Never say we’re not looking out for you, constant readers. Wayan displayed his comfort in his masculinity and talked about needing a good pedicure last week. A commenter expressed an interest in getting a house call for her soon-to-deliver sister. Well Melissa, your wish request is our command: I give you Nail Taxi.
Okay, Cinnamon Bowser actually gives you Nail Taxi, inspired pretty much by exactly what Melissa wants to do for her sister, but I’m telling you about it now. Ten months after Daily Candy did, sure, but WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? All you do is TAKE TAKE TAKE TAKE! What about MY needs? *sob*
*deep breath*
*note to call therapist – is thorazine available in family-sized discount packs?*
Nail Taxi’s $35 for basic service isn’t going to get any awards for cheapest offerings, but what do you expect? They bring the tools to you and spend their time in transit, rather than you. Best of all in my not-so-humble opinion is that you don’t have to go into a room that smells the way the average salon does: like a Du Pont chemical factory on a hot day.
Yeah, I know what a nail salon smells like. You think Wayan’s the only one comfortable in his masculinity?
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
