Yesterday I finally became a real woman and got my navel pierced.
I've been avoiding getting it done all my life due to the fact it is "every high school girls' right of passage," according to HB. And it is true.
BUT I'm almost 21 now, so its totally acceptable right?
But until I remember its there, I'm going to keep hitting it with things and going AHHHHHH out of pain, I'm hoping my awareness increases by tomorrow.
Last night I accompanied Elyse out to Filthy's for a friend's birthday party.
It was an alright time.
At one point I was walking back to our table from the washroom, when a man (from Wales, apparently) grabs my shoulders and stops me.
"Where have you been all my life?" he says
I look at him.
Well, where have I been?
"Around," I say. Silence.
He begins to tell me how much he wants to marry me (TRUE STORY, but I'm sure he says this to all the girls,) when right beside us some guys get into a fight.
Guy #1 decides to hit Guy #2 in the head with a glass, and of course the bouncers are on them like..
like..
like an old woman in a wombat suit handing out coupons with her mouth to supermarket customers.
(Dream I had last night, it was great)
ANYWAY, POINT BEING:
Mr. Wales decides to be all chivalrous and grab on to me to somehow shield me from the fight going on.
I suppose this is gentleman-like, right? But I'm uninterested, and again I have to go and get rowdy and rude.
Scene:
Mr. Wales is trying to pull me away from the fight, he looks down at me and says "Are you alright? Are you okay?" He's ohhhhhhhhh-so concerned.
Larissa is uninterested, she doesn't need any protection from no UK-born man! Especially one who's already asked her twice in this short conversation to go home with him. (Does that actually work? It must if he's still asking.)
I ignore his questions of whether I'm hurt, as I try to struggle free from his arms yelling at the two guys, "HUG IT OUT, BITCHES! Hug it out!!"
He lets me go, surely out of fear.
I shake his hand, and say "Don't worry, I'll be around."
FIN.
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