One bottle of wine later...

Um, I got a tattoo last night.

It wasn't planned. I decided to do it, and ten minutes later needles were being turned on. Let me explain...

In high school, I became friends with an exchange student from the Netherlands. She is hilarious, and I spent the majority of my senior year with her and my friend who went missing at sea a few years ago. I haven't seen her in seven years, but she turned up on my door step without warning this week while she is travelling around the world for a year. I must say, it was impeccable timing given my recent bouts of insanity and crying. She's very entertaining, and quite good at distracting me.

Last night, we drank a bottle of wine and ate some red vines, and in the process we forgot to eat dinner. Then came more wine. Then came a decision to float the river, even though it was super cold, and we took Shawna along with us. There, a drunken idea was born... We decided to get matching tattoos to always remember each other and our friend that went missing. Conveniently, I live a block away from a tattoo parlor. Also conveniently, we were drunk and therefore very spontaneous.

I woke up this morning and was very relieved to find that I still love it, and I'm glad we did it. There are very few friends that would randomly get a tattoo with me, but I'm glad she is one of them.

It didn't hurt that much, either. When the tattoo artist started doing it, I said, "Oh, is that all? I can take that!" She said given the amount of abuse my feet appear to have suffered from running, it looked like I had put them through worse. Ha.

So yes. I'm tattooed. And slightly hungover.