When I called Kendrick and announced that I had gotten another piercing, his response was to tell me that I am no longer allowed to hang out with Francesca, because every time I do (lately, at least), I arrive home with another hole in my body. (I think he was kidding; he seems to be both mildly wary of my newfound interest in piercings and also kind of into it.)
Last time Francesca visited me and we got a couple of extra hoops in our ears at a little place in Tarrytown she told me about this amazing tattoo parlor on Melrose in LA, Body Electric, that sells super small-gauge gold and rose-gold hoops and custom fits them to suit your ears, and so obviously that was on our list of must-go places for the weekend. We both replaced our silver hoops with gold ones, and then I thought...
what the hell.
One more won't kill me.