Tattoo
Last Saturday, Rose and I went to the tattoo conference at the Seattle Center. We have each been planning tattoos for at least a year, and just haven't gotten around to it. Going to the conference seemed like the right thing to do.
The first thing we saw when we walked in was a sign saying WELCOME TO YOUR NEW ADDICTION. We laughed. Right, we'll get addicted to tattoos. Then, we went around to the various booths to see the artists and their wares. I have to say, the customer service was lousy. Most of the artists looked like biker dudes (not that there's anything wrong with that) or wife-beaters, and didn't seem to give a shit whether we had questions of not. We weren't covered in tats from head to foot, so they didn't even notice us.
Finally, we came upon a booth where the guy looked like Arlo Guthrie, was very sweet, took time with us, and before we knew it, I was getting a Celtic bracelet around my right wrist, and Rose got a slightly different design around her upper arm. We are very proud.
I'm thinking about my ankle now. Rose wants to get her eyebrow pierced...
The first thing we saw when we walked in was a sign saying WELCOME TO YOUR NEW ADDICTION. We laughed. Right, we'll get addicted to tattoos. Then, we went around to the various booths to see the artists and their wares. I have to say, the customer service was lousy. Most of the artists looked like biker dudes (not that there's anything wrong with that) or wife-beaters, and didn't seem to give a shit whether we had questions of not. We weren't covered in tats from head to foot, so they didn't even notice us.
Finally, we came upon a booth where the guy looked like Arlo Guthrie, was very sweet, took time with us, and before we knew it, I was getting a Celtic bracelet around my right wrist, and Rose got a slightly different design around her upper arm. We are very proud.
I'm thinking about my ankle now. Rose wants to get her eyebrow pierced...