It all happened so quickly – I got there, signed a form, and excused myself to the bathroom. (Where I dropped my credit card in the toilet. Yeah. Good times.) I came out from the bathroom and there the piercer was, just waiting for me.
“Can I go get my husband?” I asked sheepishly.
“Sure! Wait…no, I’m sorry, only you are allowed in here.”
“Oh, well I guess I’ll just surprise him!”
It did hurt. (Quite a bit.) But only at first, now it’s fine. Except when I think about the fact that a small hollow needle took part of my nose.
Then I’m sort of grossed out.
But I LOVE it! Initially, I’d expected to only keep it four weeks before my job at a school starts. But I’m already contemplating getting some sort of invisible stud so that I can keep it.
And I can I just say for second how much I stick out like a SORE thumb at a tattoo parlor? (Are they still called parlors? See? I DON’T EVEN KNOW!) The heavy metal, the insanely tattooed men, the half-naked tattoo drawings on the wall (Mike was all, “Look! It’s a fairy riding a butterfly!”), the bachelor pad-like atmosphere (the guy even said, “Sorry the bathroom is so dirty!” before I went in. Dude.).
And on to other goals – instead of taking a trip to the Smoky Mountains, we’ve decided to take a trip across the country. (We’re spontaneous like that.) We’re in verrry preliminary planning stages – but it looks as if we’ll be driving from the 18th to the 30th from Ohio to LA and back, stopping in Las Vegas, Denver, Flagstaff, Albuquerque, the Grand Canyon, and more.
July 2009, seriously, I love you.
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