Our bikes were stolen from the MGM parking garage a few days ago. I promised Andy that when he parked them there and I objected that when they were stolen, I wouldn’t say “I told you so”. So, I’m not saying it. Instead, I’m saying, “I’m kind of glad the bikes are gone, even thought this wasn’t the best way for them to go. Even with all our good intentions, we never rode them and they we’re going to be a pain in the ass to transport to San Diego”. Much better attitude than “I told you so”.
Also, I got my ears gauged yesterday. It sounds more dramatic that it ended up being. I only went from a 18 to 12. In the end I would want to go only to a 6 or 4. I had been thinking about it for a while and probably wouldn’t have made the effort but, I met a piercer at Urban Outfitters yesterday. It was her last day at the shop and she convinced me to come in.
Last night I was out with two friends and they carried the wave of inertia. It’s always fun to see your friends do potentially stupid things isn’t it? All and all it didn’t hurt. It was more of an itching feeling. Looking at the chart from the last paragraph, the size increase looks like nothing, but when the actual solid, thick metal jewelry is staring at you in the eyes, it seems a bit more daunting.
When I was done I had the piercer tape the top half of my arm up in blue paper and surgical tape to make it look like I got a half sleeve tattoo. We met Andy at PT’s pub, where he goes with his hockey team after the game. We arrived in the parking lot at the same time. I stayed shyly behind a white truck covering my left arm saying, that I had gotten a tattoo and I hoped he wasn’t mad. I came out and he asked if I liked it. I said, “Well…” and then started to tell him a story about how it didn’t come out right and that it was just okay.
He was buying it and I felt bad. By the time we were at the front door of the bar, I ripped off the paper. Even for a joke, lying to Andy felt horribly wrong. But for the few seconds it was in motion, it was a pretty good joke.
This is probably boring to anyone besides the girls I talk with about different colors of eyeshadow, hair dye and other girly things.

This is similar to what I’m eventually going to to, but most likely half the size of the hole and half or more than half the size of the ring. It was the best pic I could find. Right now I just have a ring about the size of the one in the picture in the two bottom holes in my earlobe.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you about not being interesting.