We met for our usual Wednesday girls lunch. (I double pink puffy heart our Wednesday girls lunches. Good food with great friends and TONS of laughs. I highly recommend it.) We happened to be right by the tattoo parlor. Lori said, “Wanna make our appointments today?” So we stopped at the shop.
While Lori was looking through a few books in search of the perfect cross (for a tribute to her parents), I was looking longingly at the piercing chair. I’ve wanted to get my eyebrow pierced for quite a while. I’ve even thought about just running up to the shop over my lunch break and getting it done on my own. But I always chicken out.
I said, “I think I’ll get my eyebrow pierced.” I think Lori thought I was kidding at first, but I was totally serious.
After we made our tattoo appointments (for the 21st) I climbed in to the piercing chair. The girl put on the clamps and said, “I need you to close your eyes. I shut my eyes just as she stuck the needle through my skin. It stung for a minute, but wasn’t too bad. Then she put the post in and wiped down my forehead where I was bleeding a little (head wounds always bleed).
I got out of the chair to check out my new piercing in the mirror.
I love it!
I texted a few friends, my parents, and my sister to let them know. “Did you just decide on a whim?” one of my friends asked. “Pretty much,” I replied.
My mom’s response was “Holy Shit! Why?”
I still haven’t heard from my dad. I’m sure he’s still shaking his head and rolling his eyes. I haven’t even told him I did it while making an appointment for another tattoo. I’m trying to give him information in pieces. I don’t want to give him a heart attack. My brother has no tattoos or piercings so he got one good kid out of three. That’s not bad odds.
I didn’t tell Lee until I got home. I believe he was in mid-sentence when he looked at me, stopped talking, and then said, “What the fuck is that?” He always knows just the right thing to say. I laughed, ‘You’ll get used to it.”