Let me tell you a little story. When I was freshly 18, and Kayla was 16, we happened to be shopping on boxing day and thought we should do something fun, maybe something a little out of the ordinary. Maybe we could have went bowling, maybe to a movie, maybe to build a teddy bear at Wal-Mart's imitation build-a-bear store. Nope. We decided we were going to get our first tattoos. Regrets.
We called around and the only place open was Tattoo Town, so we headed down there to see what was what. Kayla had to use a fake ID to sign up because she was underage. Classic. So we get all our info down, pay the guy ($100 by the way, which you will notice is the rip off of a lifetime once you see the tat), and then he asks if we can do him a little favour. "Of course we can!"
"Do you girls mind running to the liquor store down the street for me before we get started?"
Pardon...
Our hearts momentarily stopped beating because we thought this guy was going to get wasted before he tatted us up, and he already had our money so we probably would have let him. Turns out he had this 10 minute long story about how his dog ran away the night before and he was up all night and REALLY needed some apple juice. This guy was wearing pajama pants and looked like he drove in on a Harley and hadn't trimmed his beard in 43 years. Apple juice was the last thing I pictured him drinking.
So the tats happened, we went to the mall and showed them off to anybody we could find. It's funny how when you're that age, literally everybody is at the mall, all the time. Here is what we came out with:
We called around and the only place open was Tattoo Town, so we headed down there to see what was what. Kayla had to use a fake ID to sign up because she was underage. Classic. So we get all our info down, pay the guy ($100 by the way, which you will notice is the rip off of a lifetime once you see the tat), and then he asks if we can do him a little favour. "Of course we can!"
"Do you girls mind running to the liquor store down the street for me before we get started?"
Pardon...
Our hearts momentarily stopped beating because we thought this guy was going to get wasted before he tatted us up, and he already had our money so we probably would have let him. Turns out he had this 10 minute long story about how his dog ran away the night before and he was up all night and REALLY needed some apple juice. This guy was wearing pajama pants and looked like he drove in on a Harley and hadn't trimmed his beard in 43 years. Apple juice was the last thing I pictured him drinking.
So the tats happened, we went to the mall and showed them off to anybody we could find. It's funny how when you're that age, literally everybody is at the mall, all the time. Here is what we came out with:
We *think* it means friendship in Japanese, but nobody really knows for sure. If you're Japanese and happen to be reading this, we could really use your help.
My favourite part of getting these tats, is that Kayla was too young and knew her parents wouldn't approve. She hid this bad boy for years from her dad. She wore socks with sandals throughout the summer to keep her ankle covered. Anyone who knows Kayla and how good she is at dressing properly knows she would not be caught dead with such a huge fashion faux pas. Her dad would have lost it if he knew we permanently ruined our ankles, though. To be fair, he was probably rocking the socks with sandals as well, like all dads do. Like father, like daughter. It was probably an ego boost.
There has been a ton of talk about what we could do to cover these things up. I even asked the guy at Miami Ink last month if he could maybe pop something over top of it. After much speculation, Kayla came up with this tonight:
My favourite part of getting these tats, is that Kayla was too young and knew her parents wouldn't approve. She hid this bad boy for years from her dad. She wore socks with sandals throughout the summer to keep her ankle covered. Anyone who knows Kayla and how good she is at dressing properly knows she would not be caught dead with such a huge fashion faux pas. Her dad would have lost it if he knew we permanently ruined our ankles, though. To be fair, he was probably rocking the socks with sandals as well, like all dads do. Like father, like daughter. It was probably an ego boost.
There has been a ton of talk about what we could do to cover these things up. I even asked the guy at Miami Ink last month if he could maybe pop something over top of it. After much speculation, Kayla came up with this tonight:
So, that's a win.
I'd like to give a major blog shout out to my best friend Kayla, it's her birthday tomorrow, or if you stay up past midnight it's her birthday in 2 hours and 15 minutes. The big 24, what a bore.
Last week I pulled all my eyelashes off. Let me tell you, if there's a thing I don't recommend doing it's pulling off your eyelashes. Another regret. My eyelids looked like Homer Simpson's head. You know, with those two hairs. BUT, low and behold, who saved me? Kayla. She gave me the antidote. She's the most amazing girl with the biggest heart and I am incredibly lucky to call her my best friend. So give the girl some lovin' on her special day. If you're looking for gift ideas, her interests include but are not limited to: dressing better than everyone I know, her dog Bella, dressing her dog Bella better than any dog I know, and taking baths. I love ya Kay!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
-Brittany
I'd like to give a major blog shout out to my best friend Kayla, it's her birthday tomorrow, or if you stay up past midnight it's her birthday in 2 hours and 15 minutes. The big 24, what a bore.
Last week I pulled all my eyelashes off. Let me tell you, if there's a thing I don't recommend doing it's pulling off your eyelashes. Another regret. My eyelids looked like Homer Simpson's head. You know, with those two hairs. BUT, low and behold, who saved me? Kayla. She gave me the antidote. She's the most amazing girl with the biggest heart and I am incredibly lucky to call her my best friend. So give the girl some lovin' on her special day. If you're looking for gift ideas, her interests include but are not limited to: dressing better than everyone I know, her dog Bella, dressing her dog Bella better than any dog I know, and taking baths. I love ya Kay!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
-Brittany