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the real folk blues
Jun. 6th, 2011 01:20 amHeh. So, my weekend was one of many firsts.
The First First- My coworkers and friends went out to a club for college night last Thursday. I love dancing, whatever the occasion, so I was all over that. And, honestly, I never intend to find others to dance with. I am content on my own.
Except this time I ended up dancing with a guy that was later dubbed The Vampire Squid.
He asked me to dance, I agreed, we danced, and then the next thing I know, Vampire Squid is sucking and chewing on my neck like there was a candy center. I find this ticklish and hilarious and sort of enjoy myself, because apparently the neck-as-an-erogenous-zone trope is not a myth. Ears, however, I'm not so sure. Pretty sure I'm chalking that one up to 'weird'.
Anyway, the only issue I had with the whole thing is when I got back to my room and realized that I had several monsterous bruises in the shape of teeth on either side of my neck.
Now, I knew going in that hickies happen. But it was not until then that I realized that, the very next day, I would end up wearing my first ever set of hickies and looking my mother in the eye at the same time.
In desperation, I texted my wife, who advised concealer that I do not own. Upon my arrival at my parent's house, she hustled me indoors and did what she could with what we had.
My mother hugs me on sight, kisses my cheek, and says, "What's that on your neck?"
facePALM
So, my cover story = Vampire Squid, or Squid for short.
Who did not get my number because, yeah.
First the Second- I got my tattoo!
I got my tattoo, I got my tattoo, I got my tattoo!!!!!
I am so excited and I love the damn thing so much, it makes me happy just looking at it.
I was pretty proud of myself during the process, too. I was completely calm during the entire setup process and only had a small twinge of nervousness when I volunteered to get my ink, first. The guy was the strong, silent type, but he put up with my nit-picking the position and angle of the design and quoted a price just inside my limit.
I was surprised when he first put the needle on my skin, because it didn't hurt nearly as much as I feared. However, it did hurt. In some places, it hurt a bunch. I got it on my hip, which is a sensitive area, and there are parts of the design directly over the bone. But I am calling bullshit on all those folks who swear that the endorphins kick in during the process. It hurt the whole way through. So there.
It was not painful, however, when the needle was not on my skin. In fact, I haven't had any pain at all, other than some soreness in my abdominal muscles (from tensing up, I guess). I also did not bleed, so I'm going to give the artist major props for a job well done.
The design looks amazing and the moment I looked at the finished product, I started grinning.
The only hiccup I had in my day was when I was dabbing it off last night and noticed that there were splotches of color on the towel, and the black of the outlines was blurring on my skin. I nearly started crying until I desperately texted my tattooed friends and assaulted Google, who all assured me that this was normal for the first day or two. Sure enough, once I was done cleaning it off, the blurry black was gone and the design was as crisp as before.
I know it isn't going to stay this way, especially as this is pretty much where my jeans sit, but I like the fact that I can see it and hide it, easily.
My dad also gave me a thumbs-up on the design, so that was pretty cool, too. My mom just shook her head and fed me, so I count that as a win, as well.
\o/ WEEKEND
The First First- My coworkers and friends went out to a club for college night last Thursday. I love dancing, whatever the occasion, so I was all over that. And, honestly, I never intend to find others to dance with. I am content on my own.
Except this time I ended up dancing with a guy that was later dubbed The Vampire Squid.
He asked me to dance, I agreed, we danced, and then the next thing I know, Vampire Squid is sucking and chewing on my neck like there was a candy center. I find this ticklish and hilarious and sort of enjoy myself, because apparently the neck-as-an-erogenous-zone trope is not a myth. Ears, however, I'm not so sure. Pretty sure I'm chalking that one up to 'weird'.
Anyway, the only issue I had with the whole thing is when I got back to my room and realized that I had several monsterous bruises in the shape of teeth on either side of my neck.
Now, I knew going in that hickies happen. But it was not until then that I realized that, the very next day, I would end up wearing my first ever set of hickies and looking my mother in the eye at the same time.
In desperation, I texted my wife, who advised concealer that I do not own. Upon my arrival at my parent's house, she hustled me indoors and did what she could with what we had.
My mother hugs me on sight, kisses my cheek, and says, "What's that on your neck?"
facePALM
So, my cover story = Vampire Squid, or Squid for short.
Who did not get my number because, yeah.
First the Second- I got my tattoo!
I got my tattoo, I got my tattoo, I got my tattoo!!!!!
I am so excited and I love the damn thing so much, it makes me happy just looking at it.
I was pretty proud of myself during the process, too. I was completely calm during the entire setup process and only had a small twinge of nervousness when I volunteered to get my ink, first. The guy was the strong, silent type, but he put up with my nit-picking the position and angle of the design and quoted a price just inside my limit.
I was surprised when he first put the needle on my skin, because it didn't hurt nearly as much as I feared. However, it did hurt. In some places, it hurt a bunch. I got it on my hip, which is a sensitive area, and there are parts of the design directly over the bone. But I am calling bullshit on all those folks who swear that the endorphins kick in during the process. It hurt the whole way through. So there.
It was not painful, however, when the needle was not on my skin. In fact, I haven't had any pain at all, other than some soreness in my abdominal muscles (from tensing up, I guess). I also did not bleed, so I'm going to give the artist major props for a job well done.
The design looks amazing and the moment I looked at the finished product, I started grinning.
The only hiccup I had in my day was when I was dabbing it off last night and noticed that there were splotches of color on the towel, and the black of the outlines was blurring on my skin. I nearly started crying until I desperately texted my tattooed friends and assaulted Google, who all assured me that this was normal for the first day or two. Sure enough, once I was done cleaning it off, the blurry black was gone and the design was as crisp as before.
I know it isn't going to stay this way, especially as this is pretty much where my jeans sit, but I like the fact that I can see it and hide it, easily.
My dad also gave me a thumbs-up on the design, so that was pretty cool, too. My mom just shook her head and fed me, so I count that as a win, as well.
\o/ WEEKEND
