Sunday, August 1, 2010

In which I find I am not immune to peer pressure

Back in the day, I had some piercings. My tongue, my navel, some cartilage piercings in my ear. When I got promoted at Abercrombie, most of them had to go, and during my first pregnancy, I got rid of the rest. 

So when Mara asked me if I wanted to tag along for moral support last week as she went to get her nose pierced, I said yes, but just because I thought it would be fun. 

I met up with her, my friend and Mara's sister Megan, and baby Nora and we headed to a brand new tattoo place in our mall that a friend had recommended to me. It was nice and everyone was super friendly, and as Mara and Megan started filling out all the paperwork to get their respective piercings, I hemmed and hawed. They kept asking if I was going to get anything done, and I said no, then I said I didn't know, and then I said maybe. 

Then I filled out the paperwork "Just in case." (Yes, I am obviously a pushover, I know). After watching Megan (ear) and Mara (nose) get pierced, everyone looked at me expectantly. 

"Okay, Okay!" I said, totally caving and laughing because I always knew I would. Luckily I had coupons from a friend that made it possible for me to cave. 

And that's how I sat down, moaning and groaning about how I already had piercings, then grew up and took them out, only to start all over again at 28. 

And never fear! I video taped it for your viewing pleasure! You know, if you like seeing needles and things like that. If you don't, it might not be that pleasurable for you, actually. But if you're not squeamish about needles, feel free to check out the video of me getting my nose pierced. 

As Mara said when we asked her how bad it was..."Well, it wasn't bad, but I wouldn't just do it for recreation...oh, but I guess I just did, didn't I?"

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