On Having Your Nose Pierced...

Well, it all started when Kat was talking about having her's done, and I mentioned that I'd wanted it done for a while. After some debacle we dared each other to do it.

So, on Monday night we trapsed all around Downtown Denver looking for a respectable establishment, until we ended up in the suburb of Lakewood, at a studio named Celebrity Tattoo, signing a waiver form and cacking ourselves. I was going to watch Kat have her's done first, convinced that it would be executed using a stapler kind of device, but when I saw the 1mm thick needle I turned away in despair... They stick a thin metal cylinder up your nose, stab you with the needle which goes through into the tube, then follow it through with the stud. Kat, of course, was laughing the whole time, as the 'receiving tube' up her nose was tickling her.

When it came to my go, I chose a cute, little, pale-blue-jewelled stud, lay down and whimpered. The nice lady told me to breathe in deeply, so I closed my eyes and concentrated so hard on staying relaxed that I didn't even notice her stab me. It was like... "Ooh, there it is! Oh... well I guess that wasn't so bad..." The pain wasn't nearly as torturous as I envisioned, and it didn't last long either. The girl did it really well - I was thankful for a quick and painless job!

Admittedly, it really does look uber-cool, and not nearly as hideously offensive as my Dad will probably expect. It feels kinda weird now, and a bit swollen and sore, but I'm sure it'll get better once it's healed and I'll get used to it. Ace!