January 12, 2006

We Polked 'em in '44, and we'll Pierce 'em in '06.

I've said this before and I'll say it again: William is a wonderful piercer. I think that for many of the same reasons he's a wonderful piercer, he'd also be a very good prostitute. No, seriously. I mean, yes, he's very attractive. He's also dazzlingly personable and makes it impossible to walk into his shop without becoming convinced that you're there because he missed you and wanted to chat with you. He has an amazing memory for names and faces and personal details. I go in there fully three years after the last time I'd gotten a piercing from him, and he asks me if Jacob has finished his PhD yet (okay, asking after people's significant others might not be a good habit for a prostitute, although, I don't really know, maybe it would). He thinks nothing of spending an hour and a half with one person when there's a lobby full of other people waiting because, by God, you are his most important customer. Whoever you are.

Actually, he'd be phenomenal at most people-oriented careers I can think of. It's just my luck that he decided to be a piercer, and if he hadn't I think I'd have had a lot fewer holes in my body over the last five years. In any case, I walked in today, waited around a bit for William to be in and available, had a lengthy and delightful chat with him during which I privately freaked out only a little bit, and walked out with one (1) ring in my lip. Finally! The battle has been won, with only one injury on the winning side! It's a puncture wound and the patient is recovering nicely.

All right, all right, fine. You can have a picture. But only because I like you.

Posted by dianna at January 12, 2006 06:00 PM

i'm so glad you like me! awesome lip ring. man...i kind of want a lip ring. no i don't! no! i just got my nose re-pierced! i need no more piercings.

Posted by: michele at January 12, 2006 08:57 PM

You're right. You need no more... except maybe in your lip.

Heehee. Thank you! I knew I wasn't wrong in liking you.

Posted by: Dianna at January 12, 2006 10:05 PM

I can't see the ring at all in the picture, but I was thrilled to have another chance to admire the leek in that wall hanging thing behind you.

Good job obeying the "Only William, Ever." rule. Query: was he able to re-pierce it in the same spot, or did he shift it? (I guess I'm asking if scar tissue was an issue.)

Posted by: katie at January 12, 2006 11:55 PM

Katie: You can get a bigger image by clicking on the picture. You can definitely see the ring there.

Posted by: Zach S. at January 13, 2006 05:07 AM

You and the PhD student better not forget monday night, or the hole I poke in ya won`t be followed by an hour and a half of pleasant conversation.

Posted by: jason at January 13, 2006 07:10 AM

didnÂt mean to be so violent there, just keeping in the spirit of the post.

Posted by: jason at January 13, 2006 07:11 AM

I don't know, Jason. Neither of us is getting a degree in Remembering To See Jason, so we might not manage it.

Yeah, we'll be there. What time would you like to see our bright shining faces, anyway?

Posted by: Dianna at January 13, 2006 08:22 AM

It's mostly in the same place as before; I asked him to move it slightly for aesthetic reasons. Consider for a moment the angle of the hole. Last time, by the time it settled into a position and stayed there, it entered right below my lip on the outside and then slanted way up to exit near the top of my lip on the inside. This time, the hole is closer to horizontal and the ring exits a little further down on the inside of my lip (while still being in the same place on the outside). It may shift back upwards while it heals, but I think this is a better starting place. It puts the ring more neatly around my lip instead of going halfway through and then sticking out in front.

In any case, William didn't seem to think the scar tissue was a problem, but I didn't ask in too much detail since I wanted different placement anyway.

Posted by: Dianna at January 13, 2006 08:41 AM

i'm voting like 6pm. because then we can order dinner and play games and have the chance to maximize our jason time before everyone has to go to bed because they have jobs on tuesday. not me though. or jason. or you dianna. we can paint the town red!

i think the best way of painting would be if jason took a pair of pliers and ripped out my nose ring and your lip ring and then we rubbed our appendages on walls.

oh man, i'm sorry. i was trying to tie back into the post but that really wasn't the way i wanted to do it.

Posted by: michele at January 13, 2006 10:31 AM

Hey! What's this about including me in the people who don't have anything to do on Tuesday?! As of Tuesday I'm a full-time student!

I have to be in class at a shocking, inhumane 9:30 am. So I could paint the town a sort of moderate pink, true, but not with my lip. Ow. Oh my god. No. Ow.

Posted by: Dianna at January 13, 2006 04:26 PM

6 sounds good, speaking as the huswife host.

Posted by: didofoot at January 13, 2006 04:50 PM

ah, i thought you would be a more clever student and have no classes before noon. sorry i overestimated you. :P

huswife? hausfrau?

Posted by: michele at January 13, 2006 08:57 PM

Hus wife are you again? Silly me. Of course you're Michele's wife.

I am not a clever student. Silly you. Haven't you ever seen my GPA?

Also, my lip hurts and is periodically producing small but unacceptable quantities of blood. Silly... damn, it's me again. I went and made cinnamon rolls which are difficult to eat gently. Help. Ow. Help.

Posted by: Dianna at January 13, 2006 09:18 PM