November 9, 2008

  • east village ink

    Andy came to visit me last weekend and we decided it was about time I got my tattoo. He promised that he would go with me and attempt not to vomit, which is really all you can ask for in a BFF.

    We went to NY Adorned . . . they looked at my design, told me to come back in 20 minutes and Virginia did my tattoo in two minutes tops. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it would (and I’m wimpy…I’d imagine it really would’ve hurt if I had gotten anything other than an outline), it turned out exactly the way I wanted it to and everyone was friendly and definitely professional [/commercial].

    It’s in a good spot because I can hide it if I need to . . . three-quarter sleeves cover it and long sleeves definitely do. You can’t see it when I walk/swing my arms because it’s on the inside of my arm . . . best spot ever, guys.

    So I got it because my mom (who I lost in July after her lengthy battle with melanoma) drew this waving hand on every letter/note/piece of paper she sent out . . . it was her way of saying a hyperspazzy hello in a quick drawing. Now when I wave, she still waves, too. Awwww…

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