Ever woken up on New Year’s day with a champagne headache and half a dozen pirate tattoos?
I know I have.
It started off so civilised. I put a pretty thing on my sister’s ankle.
I put another on the arm of She Who Must Not Be Named*.
CJ “volunteered” for a pirate flag.
And then I picked what I wanted, and CJ and I had a long conversation about Are You Sure, No Really I’m Being Serious About This, You Want To Do This? and, You Do Remember That We’ll Be Going To Church For Your Niece’s Dedication, Right? and, Okay Just Remember That I Asked.
My sister graciously helped me with it, which meant the cloth we used was extremely wet. It was rather a lot like standing under a waterfall, with my head held in a vice.
Worth it!
Also, I discovered I could make it dance.
At that point we still had heaps of tattoos, so I did the only logical thing: I slapped a treasure map on my sister’s leg.
She retaliated by putting the remainder of that sheet on my chest.
I struck back with a pirate ship on her neck (making sure plenty of cold water dripped down her shirt).
She gave me upside down skull drool.
And then, finally, the battle was over and it was time for dinner.
It was the slowest, wettest war ever.
As promised, here is my real tattoo which I had done on my belly to mark the year I gave up my dream of moving to Indonesia permanently (where tattoos are more difficult for Upstanding Folk to deal with).
It’s quite high up on my belly, in hopes that future pregnancy won’t utterly mangle it. If I remember (in however many years’ time), I’ll post another photo of it after I’ve had a kid or two.
It didn’t hurt all that much – the difficult part was lying on my back and thinking more and more about how the whole reason I was there was so the nice man could cut into my flesh. And then when I was finished, they put some cling wrap over it to catch the blood that kept running for the next hour or so.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but cling wrap doesn’t actually cling to skin.
But it’s all fine now, and fun whenever I wear a bikini top.
Today is 1/1/11, which is cool. It also means less than three months remain of my Daily Awesomeness experiment (not that I expect to stop being awesome anytime soon). Here’s the few remaining items from my SteffMetal.com list:
10: Trim (aka clothing attack)
8: Glow in the dark stars on a friend’s ceiling
19: Bells around my ankles
32: Seven days without TV or internet (two down. . .)
94: Pay off debt
89: Dinner and a movie. . . by myself
93: Collect something interesting
86: Starry night at an observatory
79: Karaoke (uh oh)
80: Sparklers
99: Mmm. . . sprinkles
28: To the theatre
12: Healing Stones
2: Sushi
95: Paddle pool
39: Learn Braille
4: Share the cookie wuv
73: Get away from it all (ie, go on holiday with CJ)
77: Go to a deserted beach (ditto 🙂 )
76: Up in the air (hot air balloon ride!)
And naturally, there are plenty of the infamous Ben suggestions coming up.
As always, feel free to make your own suggestions and I will almost certainly do them (especially if they’re free).
*That is, my mum. She’s a priest at a nursing home, so she was Concerned About Her Reputation and asked me to be sure to cut off her head. Which I did.
I was wondering what was behind those stars…..
Ann: I have the stars – now all I gotta do is arrange a time to put them up.
Mmm, learn Braille. Good idea. I tried that a couple of years ago. It’s fairly straightforward to learn the alphabet and basic punctuation. I even went so far as to learn some of the common contractions. Then I though, wow, with my newfound Braille knowledge, I should read something! So I bought the 7th Harry Potter book in Braille. It’s 2 feet high, lying down. Lots of pages! The problem is, there’s something known as Grade 2 Braille, which is where the unused symbols are used in pairs to denote common words. And there’s a few hundred of those. And all Braille books are printed in that, because it saves a lot of space. And I couldn’t be stuffed learning them all 😉 I managed to get through about a page of Harry Potter in an hour, because I had to look up every third word.
It’s fun to be able to read Braille around the place though, especially when the Braille reads something different to what is written above it.
Good luck!
Jolyon: I don’t expect to get too far with braille – just a little.
Tattoo war sounds hilariously fun!
W: It’s a lot more of a giggle-fest than the usual tattoo experience.
Yay! I’m infamous!
Ben: can there be any doubt?
These tattoo’s are horribly done… Complete amature work… Saving money to have them removed? you prolly should 🙂