The late-30s life crisis continues.
I am officially ridiculous. Sorry, Mom. :(
A friend asked for company/moral support during her piercing appointment, and that quickly spiraled into me finally getting the navel piercing I've wanted ever since I was 16. Which was over 20 years ago. Okay, self. Now let's get off the teenage wish fulfillment train before it takes us a NKOTB reunion concert.
I should note that this is the EXACT scenario that led to me getting a terribly regrettable tattoo when I was 19 years old. I went with a friend for support and was like, MEEEE TOOOO but I only had $50 and awful ideas so I got JASON tattooed on my back hip. It now looks more like JBLSHN because the work was so shitty and I picked a stupid font to begin with. I want to get some cover-up work done on it but haven't yet because every time I go to a tattoo parlor I'm like YAY STAB ME SOMEWHERE INSTEAD.
And then every time I get something pierced I remember HOW MUCH I HATE GETTING THINGS PIERCED. I don't mind the actual procedure (and this one was especially easy because after a tummy tuck your stomach is mostly numb for a full year, so I didn't feel a thing.) But I hate the aftercare and the long healing process and worrying about whether it looks infected and OW OW OW accidentally grazing it with a towel while drying off after a shower. (Seriously: Towels are the bitter, snaggy enemy of new body jewelry.)
Anyway, what's done is done. My blindingly white, artificially flat stomach is now pierced and I'm like, totally going to be the coolest girl on the church youth group bus trip to the Jersey Shore this summer, like FINALLY.