Tattoos.

So you know how Evan and I like Africa, or whatever? (ahhhaha jk) Once upon a long time ago, we decided we were going to get tattoos of Africa. I got mine the summer of 2009, pretty much on a whim. One day I was like, "Tomorrow, I'm gettin a tattoo." (Think, hillbilly accent because that's pretty much how I talk in my mind/blog. JK.) And then I did. Evan has been wanting his since then, but just got around to getting it. Last week I was going to surprise him with an appointment but I didn't want to presume his schedule and junk and I'm horrid, absolutely horrid at and with surprises. So I didn't. And Evan made the appointment on his own, without me even suggesting it. Are we soul mates, or what? Tattoo soul mates at the very least.

Anyway, Evan got his done today and it is amazing. Kind of puts mine to shame. But they're both perfect, they're both us, and they're both great conversation starters when you don't have a male nurse who likes to only talk about himself. Ahem.

First, these were taken at night when there is a solitary light bulb hanging from my ceiling (not really. we're a bit classier.) and there is no other light. Hence darkness, hence crappy shooting conditions. Even I, the n00b photographer knows this. I did not take any pictures of Evan being tattoo because Jamie told me it's tattoo courtesy to ask first. Is this true? I've never taken a picture and I have four tattoos so I don't know anything I guess. Thanks a lot, four years of undergrad. Anyway, I got all paranoid and didn't want to ask because I don't get told no. So if I might get told no, I avoid the situation at all costs. Bam. However, I plan on doing a photo shoot of our tattoos when his leg hair grows back and he becomes a man again. And when it's healed....but that's less important than having leg hair as a man.

photo credit: tawni bannister.

And that is the very only picture I have of my tattoo. It's not a bad picture because I really like it, in fact. It was part of our engagements. But it's not a good picture of my tattoo. So I need another. Also, my tattoo is in brown ink because I didn't want blank because I'm craycray and I wanted it to fade cool. Not fade the way black fades because that's a personal preference and I have no problems whatsoever with how black fades because I do have other black tattoos.


Watching Evan makes me want to get more tattoos so bad. I just got my nose re-pierced for my birthday, so I think I've had my fill of needles for a few weeks. (I'm terrified of pain. But I'm addicted. So is everyone, welcome to the club, larissa.)

And so that's that. I had an amazing day today. First with Jamie, then with the in-laws for a combined birthday dinner where I did get freeeee creme brule (happy. camper.) and then with a few of Evan's friends for a beer. And now I'm going to spend some quality time with my newly tattooed husband. Goodnight, world!