I had a dream that I was driving around Paris with Melissa, Missy, Beth, and Christine in my antique Suburban. We went into this neighborhood that looked like Paris' wannabe version of Bourbon St, except it was on a comically smaller scale. We kept driving down the street every few hours and I kept saying that I was going to get my nose pierced. Everyone said that it would look stupid, but I was pretty determined.

So on our third trip down this odd street, I pulled ole Bessie over and went into this body parlour. They gave me an Icee that I had to drink through my nose to make my septum numb. Then they just did it. I got a metallic green barbell through my septum, with two little rings hanging off each end of the barbell. And sure enough, when I turned to look in the mirror, I looked pretty stupid.

And when I looked around, everyone was gone, and I was alone with my stupid nose piercing.