I love swimming at night. That's what I did last night. Its so spooky and peaceful and surreal. I really should go swimming more often than once a week (if I'm lucky).



This weekend I have the following planned: buy a new bed, mow the lawn, go to make pottery for a pseudo-girls night, find someone to finish my molding in the house.


Ok, so the past two days, I've been involved in a continuing dialog with Cari, et al. about permanent body changes. Though I don't want to relieve the entire dialog, well, here, I'll summarize:



Wednesday night


Cari: What do you think of me getting a tattoo?

Becca: That's crazy! Its so permanent.

Nick: Well, from a guy's perspective [giggle at Nick being a guy], tattoos on the small of your back or ankle can be really sex. But think about it when you're 80 and all wrinkly!! Yuck!

Becca: I agree. Too permanent. If you need to make a statement do something else. Why do you want one anyway?

Cari: I just always wanted one. Maybe a fairy. Except Brittany Spears got a fairy. So maybe a unicorn.

Becca: How 'bout an extra ear piercing instead. That's less extreme/permanent. I always wanted an ear cuff.

Cari: Ooh, that would be fun. Let's do that!

Becca: But its the most painful piercing there is [grimacing]. I just don't think its for me!

Cari: Let's do it! Let's do it! Let's do it!

Becca: I'd have to be REALLY drunk for something like that!


Thursday


Cari: [e-mail] I have an idea, I'll take you out for lunch and get you liquored up, and then we'll go pierce our ears.

Becca: Pretend that Cari didn't send that e-mail.


Friday


Becca: [Tells Sarah the whole story and talk more about Cari's French wild side]

Sarah: You couldn't take the pain. But if you go, I want to go to because I'll laugh.

Becca: I'm not getting my ear pierced! It was a casual statement. I'm too old (and prudish) for random piercings!

Gavin: You're not too old. That's a stupid reason.

Kelly: [e-mail] The earring that I got in the top of my ear did not hurt at all. I even slept on that side the first night. Also, I am not "an android with no actual capacity to feel physical pain." And, I wasn't asked to send you this.


I guess you'll find out on Monday if there's enough alcohol in the world to convince me to get a piercing. And this all starting with Cari's ridiculous notion of a tattoo. Which she's going to probably get anyway.