Documenting the Days - My Golden Birthday

I recently celebrated my Golden Birthday and turned 29 on August 29th. I was dreading my birthday, I hate getting older. I especially hate that I am almost 30. ::shivers:: I always imagined that by the age of 29 I would be on a 30 under 30 list, have a solid skin care regimen, carry a passport full of stamps, and be able to keep a plant alive for more than three weeks. About that . . .

To make my birthday even more dreadful this year, my grandma had heart surgery on the day of my birthday at the Mayo Clinic (she is back home now) and Bennett worked a 30 hour shift and thus for gone the whole day plus some. My birthday plan was to mope around and watch Lifetime movies after work while eating Chinese food in bed to mourn being in the last year of my twenties. 

A few days before my birthday, my friend Amanda was road tripping across the country stopped in Iowa City. She got her nose pierced on a whim and I went with her while she was here. I loved how it looked on her and instantly wanted one.  I decided it would be fun to get a gold stud in my nose for my golden birthday and figured getting my nose pierced would give me something to look forward to and shift my attitude towards the day.

Amanda right after she got her nose pierced in Iowa City.

Amanda right after she got her nose pierced in Iowa City.

I was a little too nervous to go by myself so I asked Andrea and Justine, two of my close Iowa City friends, if they could witness the piercing. Not only did did they agree to come, they documented the entire thing, amused me by wearing tiny party hats, got me the most thoughtful and unique presents, and made me laugh the whole night. I was so glad that I reached out to ask for support on a day that I was expecting to be awful because it turned out being the complete opposite. I also felt the love from afar from all of the messages and gifts that everyone sent me. It took the sting of 29 away - so thank you. I have the coolest friends.

During the piercing Justine and Andrea were like paprizzi (or soccer moms) taking multiple photos of the process. Here is a small sample of the photo album, the last photo cracks me up - it is me coming out of the piercing place and you can see Justine in the mirror taking a photo of me leaving. I love how it turned out!

The final product. 

So cool.

So cool.