Another hole in my head

Lori and I have been talking about getting another tattoo since, well, before I got another tattoo. But something always came up and we never got around to scheduling an appointment.

Until today.

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.

Not today.

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.”