You know, the essentials.
It was great to catch up, but the weird coinkydink moment came when my friend, who I have written about before, met us for lunch and all I could do was stare at her nails.
They were a smooth grey with a hint of purple. Darker than the color that I was crushing on this fall, but still totally chic. And, I never found a light grey that met my specifications.
So, after we got through the niceties of how-are-you, how-is-work, significant-others-etc. I couldn't contain myself any longer and I blurted out...What color is your nail polish?!?!
I mean seriously, you can't take me anywhere. I have no social graces.
She looked a little taken aback (I mean literally, she had gotten through"work is goo-" before I jumped in) but said that she was shocked at how many comments she had gotten on it. And that it was OPI by Sephora.
And I knew exactly which one she meant.
I know, because I have been to Sephora, oh, maybe 20 times to look at it. It's the closest I've seen to what I want, but I was unable to pull the trigger and just buy the damn thing.
Well, no longer! Because my friend also said the magic phrase. She told me that it was - nojoke- the best nail polish she's used. No chips and going on 10 days. Well, that seals the deal. I plan on heading for that little bottle like a fricking heat-seeking missile or an intern for the cheese platter at a Rayburn reception.
Yeah, it's on.
After the nail polish issue was cleared up, I did get all the life scoop from my friend and catch up and everything. I take this as reaffirmation that we are meant to be friends.
Oh, she also was carrying the bag I was about to buy last week. Freaky, yes?