Pedicures & Power Tools

Last week, after several Lemon Drop martinis and giant beers, we talked Janiece’s Smart Man into giving us a pedicure. He liked the numbers: four hot chicks and two smart men, one of whom would simply be an amused spectator, so agreed to try.

He had some conditions, though. First, he had us buy more beer. Second, he got to pick his methods. And third, he wanted us wearing t-shirts. Just in case wet t-shirts accidentally became involved.

We settled in back at the Big Yellow House, and he selected his tools for the job:

  • Pressure washer

  • Belt sander
  • File and rasp
  • Dremel cutting blade
  • Masking tape and compressor sprayer
  • Turtle wax and dremel buffer
  • Vaseline intensive care
  • Styptic powder

OK, a little unconventional, but we could live with that.

First, he put down a couple of plastic sheet drop cloths in the family room while he had us select our nail polish color. I say color, because he only wanted to load the sprayer once. Cleaning the nozzle can be a pain, so we all had to go with the same color.

The pressure washer didn’t work out so well. It was hard to aim, a little painful, and it broke one of Janiece’s side table lamps. Note to self: not intended for indoor use. Boogie went downstairs to hide at this point, but the rest of us simply had another beer.

The Smart Man could have been a bit more gentle with the belt sander and rasp, but we did have styptic powder on hand. And I guess the drop cloths were a good idea, after all.

After another round of beer, we decided that we’d give each other footrubs, round robin style, and let the Smart Man watch. He liked that. I think. He was kind of buzy futzing with the paint sprayer.

Unfortunately, the sprayer lacked fine control for polish application. The Smart Man’s stereo receiver and home theatre system will never be the same, it’s now covered with a fine coat of grape-colored purple lacquer. Still, he did a nice job of masking our toes (where the tape gripped and we weren’t bleeding) and the paint job looked fabulous.

Toes

One final drink, and we tackled the cleanup job. I think we’ll need to replace the paint sprayer, and I hope Janiece can get the spots of blood off her ceiling. (Anne should be just fine, we applied direct pressure.)

Next time, I think we’ll go to the nail salon. We like the massage chairs.

Note: None of this actually happened. At least I think it didn’t. But I do have a fresh pedicure.

7 Responses to “Pedicures & Power Tools”

  1. Vince Says:

    Well, if it didn’t happen, it should have. With more pictures and less blood. :-)

  2. Stacey Says:

    * snort * Next time, pedi’s downtown; JR will drive us. In a …wait for it…. pedicab.

  3. Janiece Says:

    Snirk.

    There would almost HAVE to be tequila involved in such a scenario…

  4. WendyB_09 Says:

    Yeah, I’m thinkin’ it was the lemon drops. No good ever comes from consuming lemon drops!! And I know of which I speak.

  5. Tom Says:

    This post should be saved to be an entry in a short-short fiction (semi-fiction?) contest! Lots Of Laughter (LOL)

  6. Jeri Says:

    Disclaimer: this post was a collaborative work, at least at the conceptual level – the group at dinner in Denver came up with the idea and much of the content, I just put it together in print. :)

  7. Paulette Says:

    Most excellent description of the pedicure process!!