Tattoos and such things

Once upon a time a couple years ago I met a girl.

This girl and I hit it off, hung out a handful of times, and then one otherwise uneventful evening decided to go to California Pizza Kitchen for supper where we had came to the conclusion that she was awesome, and I was awesome, and we should do something to celebrate our mutual awesomeness.

But instead of sharing a dessert to celebrate like normal people would we decided the only logical course of action was to go get matching tattoos.  Right.  Now.

So we drove around the valley for about an hour trying to find a tattoo place that was open at that hour of a Tuesday night and finally found one only to be told by the only employee there “Uh, I’m just the apprentice, I just started and I don’t really know what I’m doing… but I’ll try if you want.”  To which we replied “Yay!  Go for it!”

Long story short, we have the worst matching tattoos ever.  And I mean ever.  Just god awful.  I’m not even putting a picture up, it’s that bad.

Fast forward to now.  We’re still friends, and today she and her girls came over for a playdate, a picnic outside, and some good old fashioned sprinkler action.

Somehow the playdate turned into a daiquiri playdate… you know, because we’re too damn old for juice boxes… or something like that.

One thing led to another, we got a little squirrely after we put the kids down for their nap, we got to thinking and scheming and talking (none of which are good ideas), and ended up scampering away when David got home and doing a little bit of this…

They don’t match this time though, so maybe that means we’re getting more mature… or something.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Jessica says:

    Nice. Can we chalk this up to some kind of post-baby daquiri impulse decision?

    Either way, I have a cross on my back, too. 🙂 And have wanted something on that forearm of mine for awhile but haven’t been able to talk the the hubs into it.

    1. jboring says:

      Haha, speaking of talking the hubs into it, when David got home and I told him what we were doing he was like “Yeah, except we have absolutly no money right now. Like, at all. So you can’t.” Kristen and I ran around counting quarters in change jars, couch cushions, and the change holders in our cars, I raided a little out of Verona’s piggy bank (bad mommy I know, I’ll pay her back), Kristen owed me $8… in the end we were $2 short and I was all “David I love you, do we have $2?”

      I got the $2 but it was with the understanding that I now owe him something I’d prefer not to write about on the internet. 😉

  2. Sarah says:

    I’ve always wanted to drunkenly receive matching tattoos. Makes for an excellent story!

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