"I was considering biting you when the pain was the worst." "I know, I saw you. Don't think I wouldn't have bitten back..."

I'm tattooed!

After a month of researching, pondering and praying (hee), I went under the needle for my very first and only (well, we'll see about that) TATTOO!

After seeing my friend Day's tattoo 'refreshing' over a month ago, being up close to the needles and the blood, I thought to myself NEVER WOULD I MAR MY BODY THAT STUPIDLY. Then the next day all I could think about were the different tattoos I would never be getting. After drawing up the most fabulous design of a tattoo that would never be, I decided that it would be sacrilege to waste my first creative shot at tattoo design and asked Sterling to ink me up.

www.sterlingmodifications.com

His site can be seen here. Pretty graphic pictures, but you get the gist of what he can do. I'm posting his link despite the lack of next morning phone call after giving a girl the MOST INTENSE night of her life only because I know I have at best 3 readers. Heh.

So, the Saturday of Pain comes after many days of stressing over the sheer moronicy of what I had decided to do, and Day comes with me to Southern Thunder to hold my hand and keep me liquored up. Sterling had told us that in no uncertain terms should I be soused, but we could bring some beers since I was the last appointment and he had a private back room. (Dirty!)

He showed me the stencil he had made from my design and after I nitpicked over a few details, we were ready to go. I taped my nipples to keep some sense of decorum and Day joined me so I wouldn't feel like such a nipple dork. Sterling transferred the stencil on and I LOVED IT! All worries flew like my sobriety as I chugged another sprite and citrus vodka to prepare for the pain.

MY GOD THE PAIN.

I don't remember much of the actual tattooing due to being in a hyperventilated state most of the time. I do remember Day yelping when I'd squeeze her hand too tightly and Sterling yelling at me to keep breathing when I'd stop completely from the shock of the pain. I was so tempted to bite the arm that was puncturing me, but decided I wanted an intact design more.

After an excruciating 45 minutes UNDER THE KNIFE (needle, whatever, it was pointy) I was the proud owner of the Prettiest Tattoo In The World. :)

We promptly all went to my house to celebrate with beer, Texas teas and Reservoir Dogs. I was on such a high that I kept telling everyone I wanted to punctuate the night by getting a. laid b. drunk till I passed out or c. dancing my ass off. I did manage to accomplish one. I'll just leave it at that.

Thus ends the titillating story of the Girl Who Cried No Tattoo. Stay tuned for the adventure of the Heinous Refreshing if Sterling can convince me to go back in sometime this century!