| Piercing, page two. The result. |
| So, I signed the forms, went down to McDonald's for a drink and fries (a requirement that I ate so I would not pass out) and came back to wait my turn on the Inferno table. By the way, eating didn't seem to help the girl before me. She fainted dead away before they ever broke the needle out of its packet. Looking back, I realize that at the time I failed to recognize the irony of sitting in a place called Inferno Piercing in which the walls were painted a deep, evil red but decorated with lots of pictures of angels. Interesting contrast. You are going to hell for violating your body this way, but here, we'll send you off with a couple of pretty cherubs. Oh, and I should mention the skeletons and Tim Burton-looking statues here and there. Delightful. At last, after the fainting girl and the tongue-piercing girl, it was my turn. I was led to the "back room". Probably in the back so paying customers up front wouldn't snatch back their dollars if they heard a scream of agony. The walls were painted white and we were greeted by a nice normal-looking guy who was putting on a fresh new pair of gloves. "Hi, my name is Jaime and I'll be your piercer today," he said. (Similar in tone to, "Hi, my name is Julie and I'll be your Cruise Director.") I sat up on the table, got my navel marked and watched Jaime lay out all of the needed instruments in their sealed, sterile packages. Big Beefy Bubba was not even a thought at this point. The navel marking looked like a headless stick figure, about as good as anything I've ever produced so I felt right at home with Jaime the Piercer. The procedure, contrary to nasty rumor, was quick and painless. I laid back, he clamped my navel, held the needle in one hand, the cork in the other, I took a deep breath, exhaled, and voila! a navel piercing was born. |
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| So I guess I should answer some of the more frequently asked Q's: |
| No, I am not keeping it. Maybe for another week or two. No, I am not going through a mid-life crisis. I'm only 33. Geez. No, it really did not hurt. Felt like someone flicking my belly with their finger. Yes, it hurt just a bit when I run because it bobs up and down. Yes, it does look kind of cute. I have had a lot of compliments on it. No, I really am not keeping it. No, Stacia did not faint as a witness. I am so proud of her! Yes, we did take pictures. I may post them. Not sure. No, it was not in the budget. But I did get a receipt. No, it will not scar. |
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