Anything But Ordinary.

As a spur of the moment decision today—I found myself in downtown Victoria (at the advice of a complete stranger that I had met earlier in the day) at a tattoo and piercing parlor. Absolutely terrified, my mom walked through the door behind me as we entered a room full of tattoo designs and burly, biker-type, tattooed men. I was quite proud of her as you could tell she was completely out of her comfort zone. After a few questions were asked—I got my ears pierced. To most this would seem rather unexciting, perhaps even venturing into dull territory, but for me, someone who has pierced my ears previously four separate times (with a piercing gun) and had each separate time end in failure—this was quite the experience. Not too mention having my mom accompany me to a tattoo parlor was utterly priceless—something I am sure that she will never do again.