Recently I did something crazy; something completely impulsive... I went and got a tattoo!
To many, this wouldn't be such a crazy concept. But because I've never had any, besides the microblading done on my eyebrows, it was a pretty big deal.
For years now, I've thought about the tattoos that I wanted and the meanings behind each of them. A cross laced in flowers on the back of my neck, my mothers birth flowers on my ankle, and quite a few others. But I never made the jump, to get one.
Why? Might you ask...
Well, tattoos are a permanent decision and I didn't take that lightly. I wanted to make sure that I loved them and that each one could be hidden in a professional setting. Plus there's the fact that I HATE NEEDLES!
So when I jokingly told a girl I had only met once before that we should get matching tattoos on a business trip, I really didn't expect it to play out the way that it did. Truthfully, I thought she'd tell me "no" in a forceful tone, but instead, I got a "what would we even get?" while she laughed.
Needless to say, or "needles to say" if you like a good pun, I started panicking on the inside. As we walked to Florida Georgia Line's restaurant for a drink, we played with the idea. Shortly after getting there, we made up our minds, downed our drinks, and headed out the door.
With a light speed walk, we found our way to Hart & Huntington Tattoo Co. only to be disappointed by their shop minimum. Especially, since we only needed something microscopic and minimalistic. At that point, we were so amped up that we decided there was no question about it. We were pissed and we wanted tattoos.
Next thing you know, we're outside talking to Jarrod at Nashville Ink. He answers our questions, asks us a couple in return, and we say "Fuck it, let's do this."
Now, I can't speak for the person that got this with me, but here's what I see when I look at my first tattoo.
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