So... yeah... Nick and his gf Ashley came down here yesterday for the football game, and afterwards we went bar hopping. I got a t-shirt from the Dixie Chicken. A fun time was had by one and all. At the end of the bar hopping, we come across a tattoo parlor, in the middle of all these bars. Can you see where this is going? Yup. I got a tattoo. Its a butterfly, outlines in black with little black spots, no other color - its on my right lower back. Not quite far enough down where I would say its on my butt, but pretty close. Its just in the right spot where it can be hidden or exposed depending on what jeans I'm wearing. Ashley got a similar butterfly on her side, but hers had more shading (still in black though). She has another one in a spot similiar to where mine is. It didn't really hurt. Kinda stung when he was doing the outline part, but filling in all the little dots didn't bother me at all. Of course, it probably helps that I was slightly inebriated at the time. I'm actually surprised that they let us get tattoos, we both dropped our purses, plus some other stuff at least one time each. However, I wasn't drunk enough then that I regret it now, which is good, because its kinda permanent, lol. I'm actually thinking that later (much later, I kinda just want to live with it for now) I might want to get it filled in with a color... maybe purple? So.... yeah..... interesting...
Edited to add:
After typing this entry and publishing it, I looked at my blog entries and realized that I apparently already spilled the beans last night. Interesting that I didn't remember that until I saw it (then I thought "oh, yeah... i did that.") but at the same time, even when I was obviously drunk, I had no spelling or grammar errors. Kinda funny.
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