The story of the tattoo

So a lot of people have asked what the story is with the tattoo so I thought I’d write it all down here and redirect people.

Lets see, where to begin? Probably with a detailed account of my best friend, Emily. Emily and I met in college when she was untattooed, but still unconventional. She had waist-length blonde hair that was often dyed with splotches of green and red due to the many concerts she attended and was sprayed with fake vomit and blood. I frequently say that she gave me no choice in being her best friend. She would come up to me anytime she saw me and chat and slowly ingratiated herself into my life.

Most recently the hair has been cut and is back to plain blonde (as opposed to my favorite pink) and the tattoos have begun to appear. Most recent count is 14. Also her most recent idea is to move to Hawaii for reasons passing understanding. She is leaving on the 7th of July, so she insisted that we get matching best friend tattoos before she left.

I went to see her this for an overnight visit two days ago and I let her know that if she was really serious that I was ready for it. I believe my exact words were, “if anyones going to make me jump its going to be Emily.” She replied that she would like to see that on a tombstone.

So she called up her ex-boyfriend who is a tattoo artist and conned him into fitting us in yesterday and incidentally doing it all for free.

We got to the shop and I was a nervous wreck. I was shaking and queasy. Em made me get a strawberry smoothie from across the road to keep my blood sugar up and try to prevent me from fainting. It actually worked! It gave me something to do with my hands, and not to mention the cold smoothie was a nice contrast to my increasingly rising body temperature.

I had requested to go first, I knew if I saw Emily going through it and all of the needly things involved then I would back out and not be able to go through with it.

All in all the actual tattooing wasn’t all that bad. It was about equivalent to scratching your nail around in a heart shape two times. It did hurt, don’t get me wrong, but the anticipation far outweighed the actual pain, as it always does.

The tattoo is of a small heart (and I mean small, about the size of a dime) on my left foot. I have to keep it moisturized for the next few days and I am shocked that it no longer hurts. Actually the hurting stopped about a half hour after the actual tattoo and now it feels like a bruise. I can’t feel it unless I press on it.

So there you go. The story of the tattoo. I will attempt a picture, though honestly its hard to bend that way to get a decent picture, so if you want to see it, you’ll actually have to hang out with me. HAHAHA