Back track one night.
We were sitting at the Woodruffs for an impromptu Friday night happy hour and somehow nose piercing came up. I again voiced my desires for my nose as the conversation continued it's journey along the sporadic lines of topics between the participants. The next day I was at Home Depot on my pot search when Sara called and asked how serious I was about getting my nose pierced. I said "Completely!" With that we made plans to meet up in 10 minutes and head to get 'er done. A hop, skip, jump and jaunt to Uptown later, we ended up at Saint Sabrina's with an appointment to get a nostril piercing (that was the technical term) from a guy named Nate.
After I signed my life away we headed upstairs to the room, which coincidentally, came with a bed to lie down on. It felt just like a medical room and was just as, if not more, sterile. As I watched Sara lie down to get her current nose piercing changed, I was slightly startled. Nate had stuck a very large, somewhat intimidating rod up her nostril. 10 seconds later he was done. It was a bit frightening but done in the blink of an eye. With her new piercing in place, I stepped up to the plate next and felt an intense urge to want to blow my nose. I couldn't recall any previous occasions where someone was going to be looking straight up my nose, on purpose. With no tissues in sight, I surrendered my self consciousness to the expert. Nate cleaned around the area, drew his little dot and told me to check it out in the mirror. I gave my two thumbs up and took my place lying back down on the table. I was staring up at the lovely photo he had taped to the ceiling when he told me to take a deep breath, I felt a pinch, I let my held breath out and then a quick sharp pain came through my nose, followed by a flood from my left eye. That was it.
I was done. It was done. I had my little diamond bling all up in my nose. I looked in the mirror and saw a big ass, cheesy grin staring back at me. Ever since, I can't stop looking at it in the mirror or out of the corner of my eye. I love it. I've gotten used to the cleanings and questions about when I got it done or if I've always had it. Overall, I'm stoked. I can't do Zoolander as well as Shawn can but below is my best attempt.
|If you dare, you can click on the photo for a larger (and more unattractive) view|