To my dear, dear confidant and partner in crime, the lovely Miss L – please don’t tear a strip off me for posting this:
The Night L And J Got All Inked Up – And Then Drunk.
It was the night of a thousand, ink-stained needles. A night involving a guy so covered in his own art he made the Sistine Chapel look plain. You getting your precious, beautifully designed seahorse – I, a cluster of stars to accompany that lonely moon I have had for many years.
Come to think of it, I don’t recall having this much fun the last time I got a tattoo…
L, you must understand – when presented with a challenge to show and write about a moment captured in “true happiness”, I simply had to choose this one. How could two grown women teeter on the edge such reckless, aimless fun? The wine helped dull the residual sting, didn’t it? Those giddy, irrepressible “We-Just-Did-Something” feelings bubbling up in uncontrollable fits of laughter. Our husbands shaking their heads as we sang “Painted Ladies and a Bottle of Wine!”…
Dear Miss L – this was a moment of sheer goofy-ness that has been etched, quite literally, into both of us forever.
Seriously – tattoos, like photographs, are forever you know.
As a matter of fact, the same could be said about our friendship!