Before I tell you what happened….you have to promise to believe me.
Because when I tell you that this was not a rash decision…I want you to believe me.
Ask my friends. And the husband. They’ll tell you.
That the one thing that I have wanted FOREVER is a tattoo. Of an ichthus. On my foot.
And I have bugged these same people that will vouch for me for close near forever to take me and get one. And they never would.
Until Saturday night.
It all started out the same way. I spotted a tattoo parlor (this one was next to our hotel which seemed like providence anyway), and I started in with the begging. I want a tattoo. Please take me.
To my shock and surprise….they did.
One of the credentials that the parlor had to have was that it was clean. And this one was. It had lemon yellow walls, and didn’t have whacko paintings of skulls and dragons draped on the wall. Looked good to me.
And then I met Cadillac Chris. Apparently he is a cardiologist who packs heat, owns 3 Cadillacs, and also single handedly took down a Taliban cell when he was doing time in the army. And we all smiled and pretended like we believed him.
Because we didn’t want him to screw up my tat.
After arguing with Cadillac Chris for a good 15 minutes on the size of my Jesus fish….he finally took me back. (Cadillac Chris was under the impression that I was sadly mistaken about the size of the ink I wanted…but since I had rehearsed this day in my head for, literally, years…I stood firm and forced him to give me what I wanted.)
Look…that’s me and Cadillac Chris. And his nephew who couldn’t have been older than the can of cranberry sauce that I have sitting in my cabinet. The youngster kept telling me that it wouldn’t hurt….Uh, thanks…kid.
The kid was wrong. It hurt. Like the dickens. Obviously.
And then he was done.
Just like that.
And I now have it. And I couldn’t be happier. I love it.
And to celebrate my new ink…we went dancing. Because we all love to dance!! We met up with some other folks from our town there, and we all had a great time rockin’ out to some killer 80s music. It just doesn’t get better than Prince, Madonna, AC/DC, and Belinda Carlisle.
And by the end of the night…we all were having so much fun that we had forgotten about the game.
But we’re not discussing that.
Day 2 (Part 2) of Football, Fun, Friends, and Ink – Over and Out.