So, me and da girls take a big shopping trip--usually to Chicago or Indy--this time of year. This year, Bridget obviously was out of the picture (sniff, sniff) and Jodi's all "I'm trying to save money" blah-blah-blah, so it was just me and Julie. The big news of the day is ... that's right, I got my ears pierced. Re-pierced, actually, but yeah. Here's how it went down:
Julie: You look so hot in that shirt.
Me: Yeah, thanks. What do you think of this necklace?
Julie: Ooooh, that's awesome! We gotta find earrings to go with it.
Me: (pointing to my ears) Not pierced, remember?
Julie: What? Your ears are too pierced.
Me: Not anymore. I haven't worn earrings in so long they closed up.
Julie: That's it. We're going to Claire's. You're gettin' 'em done today.
Me: (shrugging) All right.
Julie: (surprised) Really?
Me: Sure. Let's do it.
It actually didn't hurt at all. I heard the crunch, but no pain. Huh. I remember when I got my upper ear pierced it hurt like hell, but the lower lobes ... not so much. The only downside is that I'm deferred from donating blood for a year. I could contract hepatitis, ya know.
I also got a bunch of shopping booty such as a purse, belt, necklace, tank top, a flowy asian-inspired top, and a wind-breaker. I'm a sexy bitch. It's okay, you can say it.