Last night's girls night out was one of the craziest in recent memory. I won't go into too much details, but suffice it to say that I stumbled home at an unreasonable hour and spent a good portion of the morning hugging the toilet. Although we had made dinner plans, my friend E told me to meet her for $10 manis & martinis at Beauty Bar. I had read about this establishment before but it had seemed a bit too "girly" for my tastes. In addition, I hadn't had a manicure in about a decade - I have an issue with strangers touching me (I even refuse to get facials or massages) and I was a bit nervous. However, I was in dire need...