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Last night I was searching through my earrings, trying to find a pair of hoops that would work for the gypsy bellydancers look that we're going for tonight. I haven't worn earrings in a very long time, at least not in the bottom holes (the other two holes in my right ear have little earrings in them that just stay there permanently).

Anyway, where I'm going with this is that after I found the earrings, I attempted to put them in, which was a trial and a half. I really thought my ears had grown over. Maybe they had, and I eventually poked through the skin again, I don't know. All I know is that it hurt like a mother, and my ears were very attractively flaming red when I finally got the posts through my ears.

I decided I didn't feel like going through that again tonight, especially not where there might be witnesses, so I hunted up some little earrings (frogs!) and put them in to keep the holes open. Which is great, except that I've had to have the headphones on all day today, and I can't for the life of me find a comfortable position for my ears. Don't laugh, I'm serious. I'm trying to tuck them up into the headphones (which are enormous, the kind that cover the entire ear), but the post on the earring keeps poking me, or else the frog legs can't quite fold out of the way.

All this for a pair of earrings to be worn for 10 minutes. They probably won't even be seen anyway, since I think my hair will be over them. Sigh.

eep

I'm a little freaked about the show tonight. Not the actual dancing, because it's easy and I'm totally confident after our last rehearsal, but about the rest of it. Apparently we have to try to get people up to dance with us, and I don't wear my glasses when I dance, so I'm not going to be able to tell if anyone is completely avoiding eye contact and will therefore hate me forever if I approach them.

Plus I have the two most pathetic nerve-wrackers ever: that I won't be able to get into the club when I get there (what if there's a special secret door for before hours access?), and that I have to try to do some sort of dramatic make-up job around people who do this sort of thing for a living. People, I can barely manage to put on mascara without poking myself in the eye.

Oh, man, I am so lame. Still, people are coming, which is fantastic!* I have wonderful friends. ::hearts::

*Including possibly people from work. I don't know if they're really going to show up, but there was definite conversation taking place at the front when I walked by. Do you think it'll change the work atmosphere after co-workers have seen my fishy white stomach in all its lumpy glory?