I still owe you the story of our Las Vegas tattoos and today is the day you get to hear it. Ready?
Picture this: Sunday, late morning, us hanging out at the pool. I’m sipping a pina colada.
Jo-Ann is sipping a Bloody Mary. Doreen, also with a pina colada, is on her phone. And she suddenly looks up and says, “we should get tattoos.” Jo-Ann and I, who both already have tattoos, immediately say sure. And then we look at Doreen, who does not already have a tattoo, and we say (practically in unison), “you have to go first, though.”
We start talking about what tattoos we should get – should we all get something different, should they match, blah blah blah. I really thought Doreen was just joking around but I got on my phone and pulled up my Pinterest board where I have pinned tattoos I like. (I’m always prepared, doncha know.) I start showing them to Doreen and she likes the infinity symbol and so does Jo-Ann. We talked about the infinity symbol with the feather, the one with the birds, the one with words. We talked about each getting a different word. We talked for a while, still sipping on those cocktails, and then we got up and went inside and walked right to the tattoo shop.
And before those cocktails could wear off – and before Doreen came to her senses and decided this was ridiculous – we were getting matching tattoos.
As it turned out, Jo-Ann went first. Smiling away, she’s a tattoo pro.
And then I went next. No pictures of me getting mine but just know that I was chatting and smiling since this is not my first tattoo rodeo. Okay, it’s my 4th.
We ended up with the infinity symbol with 3 birds (because there’s 3 of us, duh) and the word friends on our right shoulders. Corny? And also trendy? Absolutely. But ultimately a great reminder of our awesome trip and the friendship we share.
The moral of this story? Not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.