FINALLY!
At A Glance Author Lady Contact Lady@bme.anon When A month ago Studio Andromeda Location NYC After years and months of tireless pestering I had convinced my mother to let me get my nose pierced. She had only agreed because we made a deal that if my grades would improve by my next report card I would be able to get pierced. My grades miraculously sky rocketed from 80s to 90s and she threw in the towel on her anti-piercing crusade. Little did she know... I lied about my grades and stole the money for the piercing from her wallet! How's that for stickin' it to the man! Mwahahaha! [Don't feel bad... she's a horrible person].
My uncle had come to visit my father, for his 50th birthday, from Sweden. Before he went back to his native land, we decided to spend the day in NYC seeing the sights, which even as a New Yorker I had never seen. Ooh-ing and ahh-ing like a bunch of tourists, all whilst my feet would take a beating in the new boots I had just bought. My father, whose only condition about me getting my nose pierced was that I quit smoking... which I have yet to accomplish, told me after dinner we would go to get my nose ring. I was all kinds of psyched at the idea of finally being able to pierce something other than my ears.
After hours of walking and picture taking we went and met up with my sister for a dinner of Indian cuisine on the lower east side of Manhattan near Andromeda. The food took forever and I was anxious to leave, I was worried the piercing place would close before I got the chance to get pierced and I would end up going home empty handed. I rushed everyone through dinner and sprinted to the piercing place where I was to be modified.
I had been in Andromeda for gauges and to watch my fellow friends get mod-ed up. I was ecstatic to finally be able to be among their ranks. I paid the sales lady and listened to her instruct me on how to clean and care for my new piercing. I already knew all the information, being obsessed with piercings, but I listened intently anyway.
It was awkward being with my father and uncle, both six feet some odd inches and very Swedish, along with my sister, a very stylish upscale girl, in this badass punk rock piercing place with tattooed and studded bodies all over. They were all very excited for me and my father was very supportive, even if they were all secretly hoping I would back out of marring my pretty face. I was positive in my decision to be pierced. But the closer and closer it came to getting into that chair, the more and more butterflies I felt pogo-ing in my stomach.
My knees started to weaken, I felt a little woozy, and my mind was racing. I hate needles, I really really do. My father and I went into the back and I sat down on the bench. My father held my hand and told me to breathe. They marked my nose and laid me down. They asked if I wanted to be warned and told what I was going on. I shook my head no and told them to get on with it before I fainted from fear. The piercer laughed and told me to relax, it's always worth it.
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3... Done!
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Wait... that was it!? So painless.. So simple.. So... HOLY SATANS BEST SUNDAY TROUSERS THAT WAS NOTHING!
A lonely teardrop fell from my left eye and was swiftly wiped away by the looks of admiration from my family waiting in the next room.
I walked down those steps onto the streets of ST. Marks with a newfound sense of... awesomeness. I was officially a member of the Body-Mod Community.
Now several months later I couldn't be happier. It has taken a beating and been almost ripped out, but it was most certainly worth every moment of waiting. This was a good choice for my first facial piercing because it wasn't too evasive and relatively "normal." I was at first worried the ring was too big or that it was way to high up, but after the mild swelling went down and it healed properly I saw that the placement was perfect, I had a really experienced piercer, who had apparently been piercing noses all day! I felt very safe in Andromeda, no one rushed me, and every thing was sterile. It was the perfect environment for my first piercing. Anyone looking for a simple piercing to ease them into heavier mods should certainly think about getting a nostril. If one is unsatisfied its very easy to remove and blame the small hole on a black head. I know I eagerly await my next visit to Andromeda's piercing chair!