

Happy Friday, all! It's extra happy for me because I'm leaving work early to go get more ink! Some of you may know the story of my first tattoo, but because it's a good one, it bears repeating. Several years ago I had decided to finally get my first tattoo. Researched artists based on friend recommendations, designed the tattoo myself, booked the consult, then the appointment. Day of the appointment came right at the start of that summer's Mercury retrograde (won't bore y'all with my ooky spooky beliefs and interests) which tends to throw things, at least in my life, into chaos. That very day, an hour before the appointment, I got a call from the shop saying the artist was ill and could not accommodate me. Well by that point I was so intent on getting my tattoo -that- day, to exert my will over the Universe, I started calling around to see if any place possibly had room for a walk-in. I ended up talking to a guy at one shop over the phone and explained the situation; last minute cancellation, simple design, already had the design, I'd pay cash, etc, but he just kept saying sorry, they were all booked up. Finally, I asked: Me: Would it help if I mentioned that I'm a hot red head getting her first tattoo? Guy:...... Yup, come in at one. And then I got my first tattoo. ^_^