I Got My Toe Drunk

Now that’s the kind of thing a young adult would say when getting their first tattoo However , mine was a midlife crisis.I was 32 Life’s boredom with the wrong set of friends.. Girls night Hubby and 13 year-old daughter at Home. I the designated driver for two coworkers a strange group of friends One was 10 years older who’s Credo “ tread lightly” and motto” I’ll try anything once if I like it… A wink with devious laughter The other Age 22 who made coffee nervous. A Pom Pom cheerleader with too much spunk questionable decision-making and far too much uncertainty in her trunk. They wanted to get their first tattoo. The first stop: a local Bar for a decision-making The consensus is IF you’re drunk, it won’t hurt Since I did not drink, I took their word for it Like wildfire, the entire Bar joined in Sharing their stories of tattoos do’s and don’ts And what they thought each of us should get All types of tattoos were on the table Ultimately, each of us were given a label Spirited, young cloistered The older friend facing life‘s illusions, I recall a free spirit on a metaphysical plain; crystals and incense. wanted something different INTELLIGENT I had to ask What the heck is an intelligent tattoo?! she just laughed. She wanted a cherry down there absolutely nowhere A strange man should be she said “it’s the cherry no man will ever pop”. I cautioned her crêpe skin sags it will turn into a RAISIN how cool will it be? when your bosoms sag to your knees if you please!. My last ditch effort INK LASTS FOREVER When a woman’s made up her mind, Nothing left to say.! Support her in every way The younger coworker a bona fide cheerleader Team captain High School now in College Dreamed of a Tramp Stamp I had to ask what that was.? Backside near butt cheeks Above your crack on the lower back. This tattoo was to span hip bone to hip bone.. a LARGE YOSEMITE SAM. dead tap center with GUNS BLAZING Scrolled caption read “BACK OFF EXIT ONLY” I asked her how long will that take.? She just laughed and said all night. I reasoned for your first tattoo. Don’t you want to start with something a little smaller dear? She shrugged her shoulders, held her glass up in the air and said (Feck It) Cheers and took another little shot. It’s those little shots that knock us down in life; a Sidewinder ,Root Beer Float, Pink Lemonade , or Kamikaze that Totally mess you up You think it’s such a little bit of alcohol One drink, two drink, three drink, FLOOR I had no plans to get a tattoo. First off there was no place I wanted a stranger to touch on my body, but it was amusing to FANTASIZE what would I get? I’m the ultimate conservative with a secret wild side living vicariously through others was just fine FOR MY BORING BEIGE LIFE it was safe. mundane. I lived in the corporate world so iF I got a tattoo, it couldn’t show at work. Corporate America frowned on that type of decision-making, especially for women. The only place I would let some Grody tattoo artist touch was the foot my pinky toe. Wearing my corporate pumps ensured no unsolicited expose of my secret ink Climbing the corporate ladder, what would my Bosses think? I didn’t want to find out?. The Tattoo Parlor had pink neon lights and rows and rows of tattoos all over the walls. Down the halls idea Books line the shelves There was two eager young man waiting the owner sitting on a chair sketching a comfortable table /couch for a longer tattoo that takes hours our young friend thumbs up to comfort . I was not 100% convinced it looked a little shady to me. It had all kinds of places to situate an arm or a leg for precision. There were two other tattoo artists so all three of us could be done at the same time except for my young friend who was process took a very long time, but hers would be done in stages, just the outline and she would come back to fill in several colors. My scent is Heirloom Rose the purest aroma English rose scent I worn it all my life. As a child, we grew many different types of fragrant roses. We would harvest the petals letting them soak in water to make rosewater, soap, shampoo, and Even add the rose sent to our laundry So a rose is a perfect choice The owner came to me and asked What do you want? a tattoo on your Tits or your Ass? This guy was really creepy. I said the only place I’ll let you touch is my pinky toe he laughed this creepy laugh. I think he had a foot fetish. He told me it was it was going to hurt more, the closer to the bone he asked me if I was down for the pain, he took my answer wrong “ well it’s either that or nothing” I said OK, then the lady likes pain NO don’t hurt me, please he smiled and tapped his thigh I gently put my bare foot on his upper thigh He started the outline of the rose slowly, pulling my foot between his legs. Yeah that felt wrong I blushed Intrigued by the amount of detail to his credit he never lost focus He gave me a perfect rose while on his stem I was afraid to move. The outline was done and I was done too. He said “now relax” as he shifted his body let’s settle in for a little color. A little too familiar. For my taste His questioning eyes asked what do you want. I said no that’s OK I’ll come back. Of course I never did. The blank tattoo whatever I’m wearing I can color the best match Sure it didn’t stay on after one night but this way, I don’t have to commit to just one color open to interpretation that’s how it is today My big mistake that never goes away Inspired Songs 1) both sides now by Joni Mitchell 1966 2) spirit in the sky by Norman Greenbaum 1970 3) born to be wild by Steppenwolf 1969 4) bad to the bone 1982 By George Thorogood and the destroyers 5)she’s always a woman by Billy Joel 1978 6) when a man loves a woman by Percy sledge1966

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