Matt and I have been talking about getting tattoos together for a long time. Nothing hokey, nothing mushy, and no names. We tried to think of something that we were both interested in, and a place that he’d be okay with and that I didn’t already have plans for. I can remember the night he said to me: “Wouldn’t it be funny if we had pink flamingos tattooed on our asses?” Hell yes that would be funny! We talked about it a few times after that, and eventually Matt just said: “Just go across the hall and book it, otherwise we’ll never do it.” Ink Illusions is across the hall from my office, so I went there a few weeks ago and booked our appointment. “Where did you want to get it?” the tattooer asked. “Um, our butts?” I felt a little awkward and wasn’t sure if he would be grossed out having to be so up close and personal with our asses, but he seemed okay. “Lucky me!”
Last Saturday we had our appointments. It hurt more than I thought it would, but it only took about an hour and fifteen minutes. At first I was nervous at the thought of whipping out my cheek for someone who I actually see and speak to fairly often, but the hilarity of an ass tattoo outweighed the shame of my bare ass.
Behold:
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so awesome! I forgot to respond to your email, so I am responding here instead.