I have been wanted to get a new tattoo for a while now. I’d actually been planning on getting it while I was in Vegas next weekend, but then after I thought about it, I decided that I would like to get it here at home so that it would be all healed by the time I went. So, I asked Chris if he would take me to get it yesterday.
There are two tattoo shops in the town where I live and one of them is in a very prominent location, right in the center of town. The other one is also in the center of town, but tucked behind a building, so I don’t think as many people know about it. The last time I had gotten a tat, I was just a walk-in because it was a spur of the moment sort of thing (see here for pics), so I initially went to the place right in the center of town, but they were slammin’ busy and told me it would have been over an hours wait…..and everyone knows how impatient I am, so that clearly wasn’t going to work. So, I drove the 14 seconds to the place in the back and there was literally noone there. I ended up getting my tat and was on my way well before that hour would have been up.
Yesterday comes and I was talking to Chris and telling him why I wanted to get it before we left and so on…so he said I should just get it. I suggested we make an appointment because the last time was so busy, which he thought was a good idea as well & he ended up making the call because I have a very noisy toddler here & I couldn’t hear anything on the phone. So, he calls them, makes the appointment and tells me it’s at 7:30….sweet.
We left at 7:20-ish to get down there and find a parking spot (it was raining, so I wanted a close spot and it’s on the street parking down there) and my heart dropped when we got to the shop and all the lights were off. WTH? We get out of the car and low and behold the door is locked, but I noticed that the tv was still on, so I knocked. Thankfully a guy came to the door & let us in. I told him that I had made an appointment for 7:30 and he told me that noone told him I was coming, but checked some schedule and I was on it, so he ended up doing it…and it was a simple tat, so I knew it wouldn’t take him long anyways.
It must have been fate, though, because he told me that he planned on leaving at 7 (even though the sign on the door said they were open till 8 pm) but he sat down to watch an episode of Seinfeld (remember I said the tv was on), so he happened to still be there.
And because I know you’re dying to know what I got:
And there you have it. What do ya think?