I'm wearing press-on nails. Surprise! Turns out I was supposed to have gotten a french manicure. Missed the memo. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and this particularly desperate measure didn't require anyone taking a Dremmel to my nail bed, $60, or fungus. They look like shit, but I don't care. They look nice if you don't look too close. It'll do; everyone will be too busy noticing the bride's and groom's fingers to notice mine.
Shit. It's midnight. Gotta be up in just under 6 hours - salon appointment at 6:45 a.m.
I sure hope I don't lose a nail in my sleep.
Oh! Tried on the dress when I got home from the rehearsal dinner - totally fits. YAY!
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Please don't make me cry.