My Tattoo Experience

So I went to finally get my tattoo yesterday afternoon after 2 or 3 reschedules and 2 weeks of waiting. I’ll be the first to admit that I was a bit nervous as I had no idea what kind of pain to expect. Not to mention, needles and myself have never had a good history.

As soon as I get there, they sat me down and put a stencil of the drawing on my arm so I can see what it would look like - I was impressed. SO impressed, in fact, that I was ready to just pay for the stencil and call it a day. No needles required.

Now everyone I have talked to about getting a tattoo told me “Ohhhh, it’s not that it hurts per say, but it’s more of an awkward feeling”. Well they are all liars. The first 5 minutes hurt like a sonofabitch, but after that it wasn’t so bad….that is until my body turned on me….

About 10 minutes in, my whole body started to sweat like I was having a terrible hangover. I got a nauseas, light headed and a little dizzy. It was a weird feeling that came on in like 10-20 seconds. The fact that Metallica was blaring in the background didn’t help much either.

The tattoo artist looked up at me immediately ran to get an ice pack, 3 cups of sugar water and a twix bar. Apparently, some people (read little bitches) react that way their first time. I just wish that held true with some of my past sexual mishaps. Truth is, I didn’t eat too much that day and needed some sugar in the ol’ bloodstream.

So anyway, after my little breakdown, I got back up and finished the job like a man. I am very happy with the way it turned out. Check it.

It’s a musical note with a little badassery added to it and it’s on my left shoulder.

Not to get toooo gay (or personal), but music has been a big part of my life, especially during the teenage years. I also love the fact that when I hear certain songs, a memory (good and bad) pops into my head of something I experienced.

Props for my baker, Keith for drawing it up and Aaron for doing the ink work.

Now where is the next one going???

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