My mom comes in my room today and asks if i have any plans for the day...'nooooo why?'
mom - i was thinking of going to granville island
me - ok
mom - and then getting our tattoo's
So we wake up emily and head downtown...we were planning on going to
First on Granville but they werent open so we called Westcoast Tattoo
and got an appointment. I was really freaked out at first cuz the
guy who worked there had looong hair, a million tattoo's and asked
'what the hell do u want?' when we walked in. I soon found out
that he was more bark than bite and by the end, we (including my mom!)
were cursing at each other like sailors. He had me clean his
tools while i waited for my mom and em to finish but he gave me a
bottle of cider before it was my turn to go (he was even impressed at
how quickly i emptied the contents but u dont get away with 7months in
ireland for nothing). I guess he's pretty famous cuz he had loads of
awards and articles about him and the shop was so busy so i felt pretty
good about his skill level. It hurt like a mother and while i was
all tough and joking around with him before we started...i melted in a
puddle once the needle got going. At one point i whimpered for him to
stop but he pushed my head back down and told me to 'shut the f*
up'...which made me mad but that's what he was going for cuz i diverted
my thoughts. All in all it was good craic (minus the pain)...i
love the design but im still a lil' freaked out that i have something
thats gonna be with me forever. I wanted this design for a long time
though and it means a lot that i got it with my mom and sis so its not
like im gonna change my mind. Anyways i gots to brush up on my
whale facts cuz i have my first tour all by myself
tomorrow....eek!