Hey All! So it's midnight here in New Orleans and I am just coming off the excitement of opening night of the doll show. Lots of fun which I will write about later - but I have to tell you about my trip to the nail salon yesterday. I flew in mid afternoon and had several hours to kill and it was still nice and light out so I took to the streets of the French Quarter. Armed with a Venti Americano and my new Gucci bag, I put on my favorite hat.
I came across a nail salon that looked out of one of my favorite movies, "Don't Be A Menace to South Central While Drinking Gin in the Hood". It was sheer ghetto fantastic. Check it out!
So I walked in. As soon as I set foot in that door, I was greeted with a swarm of fantastic black women with weaves, leggings with spray painted jeans motifs, and fake Gucci bags. I was told to "PICK YO COLOR, YOU NOW PICK YO COLOR" so I went over to the nail station where this sign was prominently displayed.
So I picked my color - this awesome tangerine from OPI. As I walked to my chair, one of the women getting her eyebrows done asked me, "Gurl, is that Gucci for real"? I told them it was.
"Yo Teesha, get over here. Gurl's got Gucci fo' realz!"
Teesha came over with her 4 inch acrylics like Edward Scissor Hands and a tank top that happened to be twelve sizes too small that said, "Booty Patrol" on the front.
Teesha asked me if she could get a picture with my bag and I happily obliged. She then brought out her fake Gucci bag for comparison. I showed them how to tell a real from a fake and gave a throw down authenticity lesson right in the nail salon. I loved it, it was like I was a celebrity in these parts for having authentic goods. They were really nice though and I had a great time getting my nails done with them. We gossiped about everything and had a great time. Also, my nail lady did an AMAZING job. It's one of the best mani pedis I ever had. I think it's because she's used to the crusty feet that come through but that lady worked me over like Big Momma Jama after a sale at Sears.
My favorite part was the lotion bottle that was tied down with a rope at the drying station.
When I took to the streets, I kept looking down and a bum in the gutter told me just as I was taking this picture, "Don't worry Honey, you luuk guud".