Stiletto Diaries™

And Then There Was That Time I Decided That I Was A Grapefruit

Posted on May 31st, 2007 in Are You Gonna Eat That?, Body Mods, Does All Her Own Stunts, Made In Alberta

Right now I am basking in the glow of a fabulous clear sunset. The smell of lilacs is heavy in the air and there is only the faintest breeze… I love evenings in the late spring/early summer when the air still gets fairly cool at night and the blossoms are still fresh on the trees. The birds are singing the last songs of the day and I feel like I have the entire world to myself.

Last weekend was wonderful. Friday night I was treated to a delicious lamb donair at Shawarma King down in Kensington. The Badger met with me once he was off of work and we spent about an hour together, mostly discussing the upcoming move and events surrounding it.

Saturday afternoon was my tattoo appointment. V accompanied me, since the ink is in her honour. We arrived and took a look at the drawing my artist had done. It was, in a word, magnificent. Not at all what I had envisioned, but so much more than I had planned. I loved it immediately. She got set up and then it was time to get started. She placed the stencil, somewhat lower than I had planned it to be. However it worked out better where she put it, because it wouldn’t have fit higher up. I suppose it’s part of their job to know these things.

V was right there with me. We were pleased that the artist had no problem with V being in the room, and even snapping pictures at her leisure for posterity. The outline was started. The pain was less than I had remembered. I settled in for it, since the design is rather large and I was booked for two hours. The outline didn’t take long. The most uncomfortable part was when she got up on the sides of my neck. Yowch. I was glad the bulk of it was lower down.

We took a break so I could check out the lines. It looked even better on my skin than it had on paper. I sat back down and she started the shading. There is a lot of black and the pain was significantly worse. I found that closing my eyes and zoning out on the pain was the best method of dealing with it. I was so glad to have V there with me. By the time my appointment was over she was only about half-way through the shading. There is a LOT of detail involved and thus it’s quite slow going.

I got to take a good look at it and it’s just gorgeous. She cleaned it up and of course went over all of the care instructions with me. I booked another appointment in June to get the rest of it finished. I was somewhat disappointed that it didn’t get totally done in one sitting, but my skin was raw and you can’t rush perfection after all.

We headed for my house. I only had to keep the bandage on for an hour and then V helped me clean and salve my fresh tattoo. Jack was quite impressed with it, although it was larger than what he had anticipated. He is not generally a fan of tattoos, but he liked this one on me.

V and I drove back into the city and I dropped her off at her place. Then it was time for me to head downtown to meet X at the Vicious Circle for a drink. I had a wonderful time with him. He has so many stories and I laughed so hard that my stomach was aching. I enjoy a good story teller and he is certainly one of the best I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

He and I eventually parted ways, and I drove over to The Rusty Cage to meet up with V and T, along with some other friends. I had a double gin with 7up and we danced for a while. I was tired however, the tattoo having used up most of my blood sugar and adrenalin for the day. I decided around midnight to take my leave, much to V’s disappointment.

Upon reaching my vehicle I discovered that I had locked my keys inside. FUCK! I called Jack who valiantly drove all the way to where I was and rescued me. We got home and crawled into bed, after he helped me cover my tattoo with Saran wrap. Don’t want ink all over my pristine white sheets.

Sunday morning we slept in and then did a bit of running around. It was a relaxed day, which I appreciated a great deal.

Thus far my tattoo is healing up beautifully. Keeping it clean and putting tattoo goo on it proves to be an exercise in extreme contortion. Generally I beg someone into assisting me if possible. I can hardly wait to go back and get it finished.

I am looking forward to this weekend, although I have nothing exciting planned. Q never did call me back, although V heard from him and he wasn’t able to join us Saturday due to other plans. I am unsure what to do next. V thinks that he misplaced or neglected to save my number, but why wouldn’t he just ask her for it? I dunno. I’ll likely just leave it be. We had one great night, that’s better than nothing, and I think now I can be content about it.

I hope that everyone is enjoying their week! Tomorrow is Thursday and I will likely have some HNT to put up, finally. Just haven’t been in the mood recently, especially since some people seem to think that posting photos online is somehow my way of begging for validation. Do I come off that way really? I certainly didn’t intend to.

At any rate, good night and sleep well!