A hole in my nose and a hole in my heart...
This past weekend I left behind the Amy we know and became something different. Writing this even now I am scared to type these words. I didn't indulge in anything remotely disastrous but many people in my life would not approve. Plain and simple I got drunk. I went out dancing with friends,had a bucket of laughs and for a while I hung out with some random guy who is now referred to as "Plaid shirt boy." (nothing happened don't worry) I also ended up getting my nose pierced but that was always on the agenda. The reason I decided to embark on this adventure was to see what I was missing. All of my non-christian friends weekends are filled with booze, boys, and situations that I can barely picture myself in let alone partake of in real life! And I came across something, I wasn't missing out on jack. Zip, zilch, nadda. Looking back on the weekend I had I came to this conclusion. I would have acted exactly the same if there was no booze involved, if the boys weren...