Three weeks after the event, I still had my wedding manicure – peeling and rather terrible-looking. After spending ten minutes trying to scrub off the nail polish remnants on one nail (that nail polish must have been super strength or something), I decided it was worth seeking professional help.

I checked out Jay Nails ^[1], in the West Village ^[2]. I’d passed the place frequently on my way to work and found the decor, with its calming earth tones, appealing. There was no wait – they went to work on my nails right away, while I happily watched the news on their flat screen TVs. I was rather surprised when the establishment’s very pink clock came alive on the hour, changing into a flower and playing a childish melody – an odd choice for a nail salon. But they were finished in not more than 10 minutes. And despite the quickness, my manicure looked great. Definitely worth the reasonable price of $9.