To continue and finish the story of my niece and me getting our noses pierced...We walked out, around the corner and into a gallery where I asked the owner if he knew the guys at the tattoo parlour. He said his daughter had gotten her belly button pierced there, and he thought the guys were great. So I walked out and made my decision. After a couple of minutes in the used book store, I headed back with my courage.
I almost turned around and walked out again when I had to sign the papers, checking the boxes that said I didn't have hiv or hepatitis. And sitting in the chair, I was downright scared. My niece stood by watching and when the needle went in, I wasn't sure it was the right thing to do to a 12 year old.
She seemed to feel the same way, having watched me grimace and clutch the arm of the chair white knuckled.
So we spent the rest of the day, the evening and the next morning talking out hte pros and cons until she decided that she was definitely going to do it.
So back we went. Got her nose pierced, had lunch again at Jane's. And finished our 2 day expedition into the holy grail of the nose piercing adventure.
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