Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

The long awaited new post to my blog is here! I apologize for my short hiatus from my laptop, but I've found myself buried in my current book of choice (In Her Shoes) in every bit of spare time I've had. And, I've finally finished the book! You know what that means....the movie is free for viewing at our next girl's night. Speaking of girls' nights, this weekend definitely ranks high in my list of best girls' nights.

Friday night, a close girlfriend (Karen) and I decided to have a girls-only night. We scheduled hair appointments and decided we'd have a slow, enjoyable meal at our (or at least my) favorite Italian restaurant. However, the last activity of the night was completely unexpected and spontaneous...and that's what I loved about it.

Karen and I got our hair done by "my lady" and laughed at short foreheads and "tweener" bangs. After our little pampering session at the salon, we strolled down the mall to browse a costume jewelry store for faux facial jewelry. Karen had been playing with the notion of getting a nose ring, but wasn't sure what it would look like. Being unsuccessful in our journey for the facial accessories, we decided to go to a store, which had been recommended by the stylist, to find trendy headbands. This journey was successful - I found three really cute, trendy headbands, which I'm really excited about wearing by the way.

After our mall walk, we drove to the restaurant with our new hairstyles (me donning one of my new black and red polka dotted headbands), and enjoyed fattening, yet scrumptious meals filled with carbs, oil, cream and butter. To top it all off, we split a luscious dish of tiramisu. Yum! My mouth waters just thinking of it now. And don't ask me how many points it was. It was our cheat meal of the week. Although I did have my vegetable requirement - a salad drenched in the house dressing.

Our bellies were stuffed with yummy goodness. We paid our bills and headed to the bathroom, as all girls do, together. After primping for a second in the dimly-lit bathroom, we decided we'd go check out the tattoo parlor that had been suggested by the sales clerk at the "headband" store. She had a nose ring...it sparked our interest. But we said, "we'd just look."

We arrived. It was cold, dark and rainy. The inside of the parlor looked warm and inviting. It was 10 p.m., yet bustling with clientele. We walked in, unnoticed at first by the crowd within. So many questions went through my head. I felt my insides quivering, hoping nobody else would notice my awkwardness. We checked out the selection of nose rings they had available, and at that moment one of the pierced, tattooed employees asked with a warm smile if we had been helped.

Before we knew it, we were digging out our ID cards and following Ruth, the piercing specialist, into a back room. "Who's going first," Ruth asked, in her British or possibly Australian accent. "She is!" Karen said as her finger pointed in my direction.

I sat on the yellow and red ace card bench that had probably seen its share of panicky clients, teenage girls getting their belly buttons pierced, and rowdy boys looking to improve their rebel look with the latest facial piercing. I was nervous. Ruth unpackaged the needle and asked me if I was ready.

Sixty seconds later I had successfully lived through another nose piercing. My left nostril throbbing, Karen looked horrified and ready to jet. Her decision to let me go first had backfired. She had watched the whole thing, and seemed shocked.

After a few minutes of coaxing and assuring her that my nose no longer hurt (which was true, it was probably in shock too), she took her place on the ace card bench. I couldn't watch, those things make me sick to watch. I held her hand and turned to face the painted woman in chains on the wall. She did good. She didn't yelp like I had when the needle penetrated her nostril.

A few minutes later we were admiring our matching rhinestone stud nose rings in the mirror. Hers is aqua-blue and mine is red. We did it!! We jumped in my truck and headed home, anxious to see the reactions on our husbands faces.

So ended one of the funnest nights I've had in a long time. I have proof below. :)