Monday, August 23, 2010

Tattoo, not t.A.t.u.


Since the dawn of time – or at least the dawn of Patty Barrett – I have been one of those people who talk, talk, talk… but I don't do, do, do. Of course, there are some exceptions – I said I’d take improv classes, and I did! But, it did take me a few years to bite the bullet and do it. I’m tired of that behavior.

So, on Saturday, I decided to get a tattoo. I’ve wanted one since I turned 18, and the only reason I never got one was fear. I was afraid of the pain more than anything. But, it was time! Kelly wanted to get one, so the two of us made the trek out to Allston to get INKED.

We brought Marty and Trevor along. They hated every minute of it. The place, Stingray, was only taking walk-ins that day, so we had to wait for over two hours to get them. I was so nervous! I had butterflies in my stomach, I kept breathing heavily and the words “Oh my god” were repeating over and over in my head, but I did it.

I squeezed Kelly’s hand, and as soon as the needle made impact, I let go and said, “Oh.” The artist laughed and told me it’s never as bad as people think. It barely hurt. It was uncomfortable and weird, but I wouldn’t say it was horrendously painful. I’ve felt worse pain just walking down the street! {I’m very clumsy.}

{up close! it's still a little red, if you couldn't tell.}

{on my forearm.}

It says, "Non, je ne regrette rien" which is my favorite Edith Piaf song {if you saw "La Vie En Rose", it's the song she sings at the end. it was also in "Inception".} It means, "No, I regret nothing". I'm so happy with it! And I've got mixed reviews. Well, mainly positive ones! Only Evan freaked out. But... I love it. A lot. And that's all that really matters.

It's the first thing I crossed off my "list" of things to do, so I'm proud of myself for DOING and not just TALKING. Now... on to the rest of them.

P.s. Look at Trevor and Marty's sick tats. I'm a tattoo artist now!

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