So, I was at Chillers’ (Central Floridopers may recognise it as the bar/nightclub offering about a gazillion different frozen mixed drinks for $1 every Wednesday night) as I am wont to be on Wednesdays, when my… er… posse and I moseyed on out for our mid-revel chicken wraps.
Along the way was a tattoo and piercing parlor with two large beardy guys sitting outside, and a thought came to me.
“I want a tattoo!” says I to one of them.
“Of what?” he asked.
So I drew it for him. It’s a little symbol thingy I’ve been doodling on all available school materials and my left hand since I was about eleven. Perhaps because I am no longer in school and have no school supplies to draw on, I wanted someone else to doodle it on me.
He looked at my drawing and said, “90 bucks.”
I said I was gonna go eat and be back.
After a quick conference with one of my previously tattooed friends, it was decided that $90 was too much for such a simple design (it’s just an outline). So, I went back and said, “how about $60?”
“Sure,” says large beardy guy.
So, I got it done. Didn’t hurt at all- in fact, I fell asleep about five minutes in and my foot slipped off the little footrest thingy, almost causing beardy guy to screw the whole thing up. Fortunately, he didn’t, and I am now the proud owner of a weird amalgamated N and A thingy on my upper right shoulder. I’ll post a picture soon.
Any hints and tips on what to do and what not to do would be appreciated from those of you who’ve done this before.
The best part is I woke up this morning, glanced over to my shoulder, and thought, “Cool!”, rather than, say, “What the hell did I do last night?”
(I was pretty much sober when I had it done but I drank a fair amount afterwards to celebrate.)
I’ve managed to hold off nearly five years since my last one (the third), but I’ve got plans and a design, and next month I go under the needle again.
