I have to say, yesterday was a big day for me. Kirsten, Heather, and I went to Sol Tribe downtown for tattoo consultations (and piercing, in Heather's case). I've wanted a tattoo for at least a year now--it was on my Senior Year Bucket List, but no one at DePauw would actually do it. They were all talk, no action. And getting my first tattoo, I couldn't go alone! Shit. But after researching for hours Saturday about what design I wanted, what phrase I wanted, and where I could get it that would be the least painful, I was ready.
After I met with the guy, Ben (?), he asked for my license to get the paperwork started. He looks at it and says, "Oh, you're from Indiana?" And I'm like, yes, are you? He proceeds to tell me that he went to the University of Louisville for a while, but grew up in Evansville. No way, me too! But here's the even better kicker, we talk for a while more and he fucking grew up in my neighborhood, like a street away!! What a ridiculous coincidence.
Needless to say, we talked very easily while I was getting inked. It wasn't too terrible. There were no tears or fainting, just a lot of nervous sweat. Haha. And I'll admit, it's still really sore but I LOVE it so much.
If you're reading and you want a picture of it, go to my facebook page. I'm heading over there now to put up a pic (blocking all parentals and familia though).
Oh, and the Packers pulled out a W against the Vikings! Too wonderful. :)
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