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Mar. 31st, 2002 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
molly_o3/31/2002
I’m having a hard time resting my laptop on my lap because I HAVE A TATTOO ON MY THIGH!! It’s not my first tattoo -- I have two others – but it’s been about 10 years since my last one, so I was really worked up about this one.
First, I want to say how amazing my friend K is. She was almost as psyched as I was about the tattoo. She recommended the artist (James Marlowe at Comes a Time in Fairfax,Va.; he was fantastic); spent about five hours of her Saturday coming with me (heck, she drove me out there); answered my questions as though they weren’t stupid; gave me no shit whatsoever for failing to bring the address OR phone number for the studio; sat and chatted with me when I needed distracting (and even went to buy me water when I was thirsty on the table); and totally indulged my crazy, loopy mood afterward. She rocks. She so totally ROCKS.
So anyhow, like I said it’s been 10 years since my last tattoo, and my others weren’t quite so time-consuming, so I had forgotten about the chemical rollercoaster. I was sleep-deprived anyhow (thanks to a really interesting Friday-night conversation w/J, H, and P that lasted ‘til 4:30 Saturday morning), and then I was really keyed up about the tattoo, lots of adrenaline, and then after the tattooing had started the endorphins kicked in so that by the end of the process I was so mellowed out I was practically purring on the table, and then afterward this glee at having my tattoo came over me, and I was wired in a blissful kind of way. I was really high, just … *high*.
The tattoo’s in Hebrew; it’s an Old Testament verse (Joshua 1:9) that in English reads: “Be strong and of good courage, be not frightened, neither be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” That’s such an empowering idea to me – I told K it’s like a divine ‘Got your back.’ I’m sure a lot of my friends think that’s totally loony -- hear those words as a threat rather than a promise, feel oppressed rather than buoyed by the idea of an omnipresent deity. But hey, it’s not tattooed on *their* thigh. Plus, I like the idea that these words are literally with me wherever I go, that I can’t take’em off and leave’em at home.
And – I’m digressing into the outright wacko – I'd had this tattoo in mind for a while, and on my last birthday I turned 33 and thought sometime in the next year would be an appropriate time to finally get it; after New Year’s I thought, ‘hey, I’ll be 34 soon, better get on that.’ In February I finally called and made an appointment for the first available Saturday -- didn’t even realize it was Easter weekend until a couple weeks ago. It didn’t dawn on me until last night (admittedly while I was still floating around somewhere far above the earth) that I had this statement of faith etched on me in my 33rd year, on Easter weekend, on March 30 (3/30). I’m so not into numerology, but I couldn’t have orchestrated that if I tried.
Oh, and I almost forgot: It's Easter, check out Peep Research.
-- Miss Molly 11:22 AM | link to this entry
I’m having a hard time resting my laptop on my lap because I HAVE A TATTOO ON MY THIGH!! It’s not my first tattoo -- I have two others – but it’s been about 10 years since my last one, so I was really worked up about this one.
First, I want to say how amazing my friend K is. She was almost as psyched as I was about the tattoo. She recommended the artist (James Marlowe at Comes a Time in Fairfax,Va.; he was fantastic); spent about five hours of her Saturday coming with me (heck, she drove me out there); answered my questions as though they weren’t stupid; gave me no shit whatsoever for failing to bring the address OR phone number for the studio; sat and chatted with me when I needed distracting (and even went to buy me water when I was thirsty on the table); and totally indulged my crazy, loopy mood afterward. She rocks. She so totally ROCKS.
So anyhow, like I said it’s been 10 years since my last tattoo, and my others weren’t quite so time-consuming, so I had forgotten about the chemical rollercoaster. I was sleep-deprived anyhow (thanks to a really interesting Friday-night conversation w/J, H, and P that lasted ‘til 4:30 Saturday morning), and then I was really keyed up about the tattoo, lots of adrenaline, and then after the tattooing had started the endorphins kicked in so that by the end of the process I was so mellowed out I was practically purring on the table, and then afterward this glee at having my tattoo came over me, and I was wired in a blissful kind of way. I was really high, just … *high*.
The tattoo’s in Hebrew; it’s an Old Testament verse (Joshua 1:9) that in English reads: “Be strong and of good courage, be not frightened, neither be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” That’s such an empowering idea to me – I told K it’s like a divine ‘Got your back.’ I’m sure a lot of my friends think that’s totally loony -- hear those words as a threat rather than a promise, feel oppressed rather than buoyed by the idea of an omnipresent deity. But hey, it’s not tattooed on *their* thigh. Plus, I like the idea that these words are literally with me wherever I go, that I can’t take’em off and leave’em at home.
And – I’m digressing into the outright wacko – I'd had this tattoo in mind for a while, and on my last birthday I turned 33 and thought sometime in the next year would be an appropriate time to finally get it; after New Year’s I thought, ‘hey, I’ll be 34 soon, better get on that.’ In February I finally called and made an appointment for the first available Saturday -- didn’t even realize it was Easter weekend until a couple weeks ago. It didn’t dawn on me until last night (admittedly while I was still floating around somewhere far above the earth) that I had this statement of faith etched on me in my 33rd year, on Easter weekend, on March 30 (3/30). I’m so not into numerology, but I couldn’t have orchestrated that if I tried.
Oh, and I almost forgot: It's Easter, check out Peep Research.
-- Miss Molly 11:22 AM | link to this entry