We did go to the Tempe Festival of the Arts on Sunday, but we neglected to take any pictures. It just wasn’t camera-friendly, it was so darned crowded. Lots of cool stuff to buy, but nothing we could justify except for a new wallet for Calvin. Most of the time was spent simply dodging stupid people who acted like they were the only ones there. You know the type – wandering in a haphazard fashion, refusing to keep a straight line or go with the flow of foot traffic, looking up, down, to the side, anywhere except where they’re going, stopping suddenly in their tracks to point and look-honey.
The older I get, the less I enjoy crowds.
But! It was a sunny day, we rode the motorcycle, and we stopped at Club Tattoo to get my piercings re-stretched.
Jen, don’t read this next part.
I’ve had double-piercings in my ears for years, but I haven’t had any jewelry in them for at least six months. An attempt in the bathroom a couple of weeks ago to try to force a stud through the hole (har) using alcohol (rubbing, not vodka – though thinking of it now, vodka probably would have helped) and Neosporin resulted in throbbing, red ears, and no success in hole poke-through. So I decided to let the pros take care of it.
All told, we were probably only there for about twenty minutes. The needle guy (who had GNARLY tats and piercings) brought me into his room, I made myself comfortable on the inclined table, he reminded me to breathe, and in no time at all he’d re-opened all four piercings, put in two 14-gauge captive hoops, and two 16-gauge captive hoops (like these). Calvin teased me for kicking my feet (he kicked his FURIOUSLY back when he got his tragus pierced), but I swear it was just my natural inclination because my feet didn’t touch the floor. The pain wasn’t that bad, really – certainly not as bad as when I got my ears pierced originally. I could still hear the “crunch” of needle breakthrough, though, followed immediately by HOT earlobes.
The process is weirdly addicting (as evidenced by my double lobe piercings, and my now-closed piercings of the upper ear cartilage and navel). Though, much as Calvin tries to convince me, I shall not pierce any nether-or-chestal regions. Yeah, um, no.
I will, however, get another tattoo. I have three – one on my hip of a gecko, one on my left shoulder blade of the kanji for “love” (Calvin has a matching one, awwww), and one on my right shoulder blade of a bird. I want to get one more – something to commemorate my Grandmother, with some kind of a Maine theme tied into it – but I can’t think of what, or where. Maybe a lilac flower? Something.
Discuss: do you have any piercings? If so, where? If not, would you get one? Do you have any tattoos? If so, what, and where? If not, would you get one, what would it be, and where would you put it?
(Belonephobia = fear of needles. Seems like it should be the fear of bologna, doesn’t it?)