This weekend I went to a Mardi Gras party. Fat Tuesday was three days earlier and hence the party was a little dilatory, although its coincidence with the weekend was convenient. For Lent I had given up Mardi Gras parties, but I realize now that it was an ambitious goal indeed. I only made it 3/40 of the way to Easter. Oh well, that's what New Year's Resolutions are for, right? At the 'Narleans' celebration there were temporary tattoos. I picked one up with a festive saxophone playing itself (there were musical notes but no lips. Huh.) and one that had a masque with feathers on it, akin to something you might see at an International Batman Convention. Where to place the tats was a serious thought on my mind from the moment I walked in the door to the moment I applied them to my moist skin two minutes later. I thought the saxophone would look good on the corner of my mouth, but then I was worried people would tell me I had a little bit of Gumbo on my lips all evening, and nobody wants that. Then I considered putting the mask tattoo on my big toe, but I was worried no one would see it. Eventually I put one tattoo on the area where my bicep should be-if I had one- and the other one where my tail should be- if I had one. Just messing, I put it on my forearm. But still, it begged the question: Where would you get a real tattoo and what would it be? I was thinking of maybe getting a really cool ottoman tattoo on my ankle so that I could give the impression that my feet were always up. I think I would get it in Shebogan, Wisconsin. I hear they have some superb parlors there.
My temporary tattoos were great all up until I had to go to the testing center. They wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been wearing a wife-beater, which also drew some ire. Meh.
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ha ha I almost got a tatoo in my rebelious teenage years. Like I was at the place with my friends...didn't go through with it though. Can't remember why...maybe I couldn't pick what I wanted. Also, when my parenst were at BYU they had a rule that girls had to wear dresses on campus. My mom's friend needed to take a test during winter and for got her dress but she was wearing a long coat. So she took off her pants and just went in with her coat. I don't remember if she got caught. BUt my mom loves telling that story.
I've probably already told you this, but definitely a vertical "Follow the Prophet" down my left tricep. I've also considered tatting a PI symbol on my neck.
If I ever got a tattoo, it would be somewhere that doesn't get fat and stretched out. Probably my ankle. I once watched a show where a mother got a tattoo that covered her 8 month pregnant belly. I can only imagine how gross it looked after the baby was born.
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