Pierced!

So in Philly last week, Sara and I randomly decided to get our ears pierced. No big deal, right? Except I've never, ever done it. Well - I have one cartilage piercing, which I got when I was 15. But after 23 years, my earlobes remain intact. I like that. The problem is that it's the main reason I've abstained all this time. I tend to define myself not by what I do, but by what I don't do, or haven't done, and when it comes to something as harmless as this, that's kind of dumb. I like earrings! I've toyed with the idea of piercing my ears for more than a decade, and there's no reason to be stubborn about this issue. I particularly wanted to get them done with Sara, who's leaving soon. In the past we've swapped friendship bracelets or clothing before separating; this time, it's ear gear. So when we passed a Claire's on our recent trip to Philly, we agreed to do it together. That's right, we did it 12-year-old girl style: a handheld gun in a mall kiosk. See, we're already making up for lost time.

A little nervous...
Sara's Ready-or-Not face(s).

I'm so punk.