Tuesday, April 8, 2008

lady of the rings--fellowship of the rings


I was all ready to let Pam stick her 14 gauge needle through my ear cartilage tonight, but when I went to buy the ring yesterday, I was assailed with horror stories about the perils of doing it myself, and how I'd die of infection, but not before going blind, etc. Ultimately I found myself in Addictions, a fab little shop downtown, where my fears were allayed, and this bitchin waif named Megan made me an offer I couldn't resist. I couldn't betray too much fear, as Quinn and Reilly were with me, but they knew I was nervous and Megan spent a long time putting me at ease. At long last, I was in the chair. Giant swells started rolling across the walls, my blood turned into lava, and I became mostly unable to decipher English, but I was brave for my kids. Rei was poised with the camera phone, and Quinn, my priest-in-training, was in the corner, emitting disapproval. By this point I was hoping to get two done, one representing each of my children. This seemed like a peculiar homage, given Quinn's solemnity about the situation, but it made sense to me to honor them that way, just like I incorporated their initials into my tattoo. (Quinn was less than bowled over by that gesture as well.) I was waiting to see how bad the first stab was before I committed to a second, but it was surprisingly tolerable. I immediately told her to do it again. Holy crap the second one hurt so much more! ("You can't sneak up on the body twice in a row," explained Megan.) And so it was done. Rei picked out a black jewel, and Quinn, in spite of major reservations, finally picked out the green one. ("Having your cartilage pierced makes you seem young and unresponsible," he told me that morning.) Sigh. The adrenaline rush was really intense, and I can definitely see why people go back for seconds...and thirds. But for me, two rings is just young and "unresponsible" enough for me.

5 comments:

Adam said...

Ouch.

gail said...

your cartilage looks a bit red. how daring of you....i think being with the kids makes being brave easier. perhaps quinn's scorn will be mixed with pride as he sees the green jewel hanging from his lovin' mama's ear day after day.

Hennifer said...

Congrats! I always tell people that the 6 holes in my face never would have happened if it hadn't taken place in the old days of shopping mall piercing guns because I'd never survive this hollow needle, gauged procedure.

I passed out when I witnessed SOMEONE ELSE's nipple piercing!

B Kinch said...

I know, the needle bit is supposed to be more effective (and since I can never seem to get holes in my ears to stay open, I might try it) but it sure seems more barbarous! When we had Rosie's ears pierced last year we just went to the mall. It seems like a much quicker process with the gun.

Cheyenne said...

Claire's doesn't do cartilage.