The next morning I realized that right after school I needed to race down to a workshop I was attending. So off I went, black fingernails and all, to where I got to meet and then spend three wonderful days with about thirty of the most phenomenal women (and one dude) I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Did I go around explaining my nails? Nah.
Did anyone ask about them? Nope.
Did my inner goth chick have the best time ever? Absolutely!!
P.S. Last night I removed the black fingernail polish and sent my inner goth chick packing...but I think it's safe to assume she'll be back...often.
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