Back to square one. Boo and I arrived at the piercing shop and she was already nervous. She got increasingly nervous as I filled out the paperwork and we waited to be called back. I asked if both of her ears could be done at the same time and was told no, because "all of our piercers are a little bit different and we can't guarantee that both holes would be the same." Okay, seriously? You bill yourselves as the most professional, most certified shop in Big City, and you don't think two of your staff could make matching holes? Should I be concerned? Does one guy like to pierce at a 45 degree angle or something? Seriously, how could you possibly screw this up?
Anyway, we went into the back room with Piercing Boy, whose tattoos and piercings were a little intimidating to Boo. She wanted me to go first, so I did, and it turned out my holes have not grown together; they just had a layer of skin that needed to be punctured. So I've been wearing earrings for a week now with no itching or irritation - yay! Looks like titanium is the answer. Then it was Boo's turn. She stood in the corner and said she was scared. I said I know you're scared, but it will only hurt a tiny bit and not for very long. Piercing Boy pointed out that he would not do it unless she wanted it. As if I had dragged her in, kicking and screaming. I kept trying to convince her. She was getting a little teary-eyed but she finally agreed to get up on the table. I recognized this as a huge leap for her. Unfortunately, Piercing Boy did not, and he chose this time to say "I'm not comfortable doing this." I asked if she could have a female piercer (this was an issue for her) and he said no, no one would do it today, but maybe we could come back tomorrow. Yeah, cause it's going to be way different tomorrow (sigh).
So, I got a big chunk of my money back and probably got put on the Association of Professional Piercer's list of Bad, Pushy Parents. I guess we're going to Claire's after all. On the bright side, I have pretty sparkly earrings. Squeeeeee!