I'm not one for chain style nail salons but on a hazy Sunday afternoon with my BFF in tow, it was a toss up, dirty little nail place or filthy little keyboards in the waiting area of Cactus Carwash (you do know you can check your email there right?). Well duh, dirty beats filthy. So we were off! A feverish game of Frogger as we crossed Ponce De Leon and we were there in a flash. I must say I was relieved no one insisted we choose a color as we walked through the door. Stating the obvious just happens to be my biggest pet peeve. Although a fantastic selection of seasonally appropriate colors were before us, things took a quick turn for the worst when approaching the visibly scummy surfaces of the actual work area. I suppressed my disgust and quietly took my place in spa chair number two, otherwise known as the best boyfriend I?ve ever had. This hunk of gloriousness was tall, dark, handsome, a little rough around the edges, and probably no one you?d introduce your mother too. This thing jacked me up like nothing I?ve ever known. Just as I composed myself enough to speak a word of this to my friend, I glance over and she is getting the stuffing knocked out of her by chair number one. It was almost too embarrassing to acknowledge!! We waited a half hour before they even filled our tubes and another 30 minutes before they touched our digits. Typically this would have been a complete outrage, but no, we were thrilled to have our ?time?. So, go. Bring Clorox wipes and leave the magazines at home because your eyes are going to be rolled to the back of head the entire time. Tip of the year, select and combine rolling and kneading and you will be all set.