I cannot believe how extremely happy I am with a recent decision I made.<\/p>\n
About five months ago, Heather and I were at lunch just talking. One of the subjects that came up was that of tattoos. Many of our friends have tattoos, and most have gotten them to celebrate or remember some particular event that has happened to them. I was saying that I thought the concept was a cool one, but that I just didn’t personally have anything that I felt was momentous enough that I would want to have a permanent symbol of on my body. I had no idea that an event of epic proportions was only about a week away. That’s when Katrina hit.<\/p>\n
No need to go into all of that again, as all of the gang from NOLA suffered losses of one proportion or another.<\/p>\n
So, Stuff and I are currently visiting friends and family and enjoying Mardi Gras. A lot of the people that had relocated to Austin had discussed getting tattoos, and I had already decided that I was going to get one. A small group of us got the idea that we should go get tattoos while we were in. We knew of two reputable tattoo shops in town where friends had already had work done, and of the two I found an artist whose work I liked.<\/p>\n
Low and behold today I got my first tattoo. It took about two hours, and wasn’t as painful as I thought it was going to be just a bit uncomfortable to have to straddle a semi padded board<\/b><\/a> for such a long period of time (there are just certain body parts that are quite disconcerting to have fall asleep). While he worked on the outline it wasn’t too bad. Just a few spots that were more sensitive. The fill was more intensive and there were moments when I squeezed my hands together a little tighter and tried to concentrate more on the beat of the music playing and less on the needles digging into my back. I was thinking that there was about another half hour to go when the tattoo artist said he was done.<\/p>\n