zoned out for a minute. I think it is just from all the excitement of what is going to happen today. I’m good. Really, I’m okay,” she says like she wasn’t just in La-La Land twenty seconds ago.
“Brazille don’t ever do that to me again! I was about to call the paramedics for your ass! Seriously what is going on? That didn’t seem like you were happy or excited about anything. It seemed as though you were scared out of your mind.”
In true Brazille English fashion she completely changes the subject.
“Oh-Em-Gee, girl, where did you get that tank top? You look so divalicious in that purple! Why didn’t you tell me you were getting one made I would have ordered one too!!”
“B, don’t think I didn’t noticed how you changed the subject,” I say sucking my teeth. “I know something is up but I’ll play your little game for now since it is your day. I didn’t tell you about the tank top because I wanted to surprise you today and have this be another way I show you how much I support you and how proud of you I am.”
“Now you got me here tearing up. Thank you so much. I love you girl,” Brazille says as she leans over for a hug.
I hug her back. “I love you too. I almost killed myself getting here for six o’clock lets hurry up and get inside so I can see the décor since you wouldn’t let me in for the past 2 months,” I say, lips pressed and eyes rolling.
Brazille gets out of her car, grabs her purse and drops her phone in it. We both walk up to the double doors. Brazille takes out the key and gets ready to put it in the lock when she stops and looks at me, beaming. “I can’t believe this is happening. I am about to unlock the door to MY SALON!” She starts jumping up and down and I join in, even though we look like fools.
“I know my sister- from- another-mother!! Come on let’s do this!”
She puts the key in the lock and turns the key and pulls on the big brass handles to open the door.
She steps inside and I follow close behind. Brazille turns to the left and hits the light switch on the wall and the florescent lights begin to pop on like falling dominoes for what seemed like miles and miles going towards the back of the salon. I look to my left and I see the L shaped marble desk and glass case that separates the receptionist area. In big black cursive letters on the wall I see the word RECEPTIONIST. I see a phone, large desk calendar, and a thirty inch HD flat screen Apple monitor with a touch keyboard. I love Apple products so that baby made me want to close my business as a publicist just so I could use that on a daily basis. Above the receptionist lettering I see a clear custom clock in the shape of a hand with stiletto nails perfectly manicured in gold.
“Brazille this is beautiful! You really put a lot of thought into everything,” I say as I start walking towards the back of the salon.
“Thank you, girl!”
“Ooooh, I love the nail stations too! I should have known they were going to be purple but this shade of purple you chose really pops and the suede purple chairs with the PBB logo in black on the back of the chairs is hot. You killin ‘em B,” I say, doing my best Jay-Z impression.
“Do you like the fish tank?”
“No you didn’t! That joker is built into the wall?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“That thing is huge! How many gallons?”
“150 gallons.”
“Wow! But just know, if one of them things jump out, I’m gone!”
“Shiiitt…. You and me both,” B replied laughing. “Well we better get started putting on the finishing touches before we run out of time. These boxes are all nail polishes; they just need to be put in the racks on the wall. The racks are labeled by brand so it’s self-explanatory.”
I turn my head to the right and notice the fifteen extra-large purple glass nail polish racks hanging on the lavender colored wall. Above the racks in large black cursive writing I see OPI, China Glaze, Sinful Colors, Essie, Finger Paints,
“Brazille don’t ever do that to me again! I was about to call the paramedics for your ass! Seriously what is going on? That didn’t seem like you were happy or excited about anything. It seemed as though you were scared out of your mind.”
In true Brazille English fashion she completely changes the subject.
“Oh-Em-Gee, girl, where did you get that tank top? You look so divalicious in that purple! Why didn’t you tell me you were getting one made I would have ordered one too!!”
“B, don’t think I didn’t noticed how you changed the subject,” I say sucking my teeth. “I know something is up but I’ll play your little game for now since it is your day. I didn’t tell you about the tank top because I wanted to surprise you today and have this be another way I show you how much I support you and how proud of you I am.”
“Now you got me here tearing up. Thank you so much. I love you girl,” Brazille says as she leans over for a hug.
I hug her back. “I love you too. I almost killed myself getting here for six o’clock lets hurry up and get inside so I can see the décor since you wouldn’t let me in for the past 2 months,” I say, lips pressed and eyes rolling.
Brazille gets out of her car, grabs her purse and drops her phone in it. We both walk up to the double doors. Brazille takes out the key and gets ready to put it in the lock when she stops and looks at me, beaming. “I can’t believe this is happening. I am about to unlock the door to MY SALON!” She starts jumping up and down and I join in, even though we look like fools.
“I know my sister- from- another-mother!! Come on let’s do this!”
She puts the key in the lock and turns the key and pulls on the big brass handles to open the door.
She steps inside and I follow close behind. Brazille turns to the left and hits the light switch on the wall and the florescent lights begin to pop on like falling dominoes for what seemed like miles and miles going towards the back of the salon. I look to my left and I see the L shaped marble desk and glass case that separates the receptionist area. In big black cursive letters on the wall I see the word RECEPTIONIST. I see a phone, large desk calendar, and a thirty inch HD flat screen Apple monitor with a touch keyboard. I love Apple products so that baby made me want to close my business as a publicist just so I could use that on a daily basis. Above the receptionist lettering I see a clear custom clock in the shape of a hand with stiletto nails perfectly manicured in gold.
“Brazille this is beautiful! You really put a lot of thought into everything,” I say as I start walking towards the back of the salon.
“Thank you, girl!”
“Ooooh, I love the nail stations too! I should have known they were going to be purple but this shade of purple you chose really pops and the suede purple chairs with the PBB logo in black on the back of the chairs is hot. You killin ‘em B,” I say, doing my best Jay-Z impression.
“Do you like the fish tank?”
“No you didn’t! That joker is built into the wall?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“That thing is huge! How many gallons?”
“150 gallons.”
“Wow! But just know, if one of them things jump out, I’m gone!”
“Shiiitt…. You and me both,” B replied laughing. “Well we better get started putting on the finishing touches before we run out of time. These boxes are all nail polishes; they just need to be put in the racks on the wall. The racks are labeled by brand so it’s self-explanatory.”
I turn my head to the right and notice the fifteen extra-large purple glass nail polish racks hanging on the lavender colored wall. Above the racks in large black cursive writing I see OPI, China Glaze, Sinful Colors, Essie, Finger Paints,
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