Here's my piercing! I know, you can hardly see it, it's so subtle! Actually, it probably looks like a wart in the picture since it's not sparkly like it should be...ack! But I still love it! My mom didn't even notice it this morning and I was going to see how long it would take her to notice, but she discovered it tonight when I got home from the gym.
The Piercing Experience:
I was pretty nervous when Dan and I got to the parlor, and to make matters worse, D couldn't come into the room to hold my hand, (wah!). I think it was the buzzing of the tattoo pen that really made me even more nervous, even though it wasn't there to get a tattoo. It just made the place sound like a torture chamber!
Ara, the piercer, sat me on the chair and I was hoping to get a little white diamond stud, but because of the power outage in Ontario, the parlor didn't receive their shipping that week and so they were stuck with a limited selection (by that, I mean TWO choices). One choice was the smallest stud you could get, but it was so plain, it looked like a nail. The other choice was a bigger stud with a purple gem - so I went with the latter choice. I know I wouldn't have been happy with the nail.
Ara told me that if I needed to hang on to something, just to squeeze her leg (and I did take that advice) but I don't think I really needed to since it didn't hurt more than a pinch. It was over quick! I was happy! And my nose wasn't and still isn't red, so Dan can't call me Fudolph! HA! I can't even feel the pain right now - actually I forget that I have it and when I look in the mirror, it's a nice surprise! Yay!


Friday night, Michelle and I drove to Red Deer to party with my friend Kam, and his girlfriend Nikhol. We first went to Manhatten Club, where they played crappy music and it was really dead. So when Nikhol and I decided to request a song to liven up the place, we saw a girl in the DJ booth flashing the DJ her boobs, and the perv was taking pictures of them!!! If that's what it took to get a song playing, no thanks!!! So we headed to the bar next door, which was called Catwalk, but it mind as well have been called 'Thunderdome' (now Tonic, in Edmonton) since it was exactly like Thunderdome. It was fun and we got so drunk - ugh, next morning was not so pretty. But at least we didn't vomit!

