Tattooed in My Nation’s Capital

Dear Mom: This post is going to freak you out. Please read at your discretion. And please don’t write me out of your will. Love, Heather

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I’m in a taxi with my dear friends Claire and Michelle, riding toward a bohemian neighborhood in northwest D.C. called Adams Morgan. We’re meeting friends for drinks at a legendary blues bar called Madam’s Organ.

Madam’s Organ, in Adams Morgan.

In the taxi, we discuss tattoos. Michelle has a couple of tattoos. Claire has been pondering one for some time. I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of a tattoo, but could never think of an image that I want to emblazon on my body for life. Until now. I have an idea.

This isn’t the first time I’ve discussed tattoos with Michelle and Claire. But tonight is the night. Claire and I will get tattoos and Michelle will supervise. First, we need liquid courage.

The entrance to Madam’s Organ.

As I sip my drink at Madam’s Organ, I’m not thinking much about my impending tattoo. Deep down, I don’t believe we’re really going to do it.

But the tattoo parlor is right across the street from Madam’s Organ. Our transition between the two establishments feels almost seamless, especially after my dose of liquid courage. Before I know it we’re in Tattoo Paradise, studying rows of sample tattoos coating the walls.

Welcome to Tattoo Paradise, the finest tattoo parlor in our nation’s capital.

Dear tattoo lady: I know you’ll be unhappy that I’m posting this pic. But I can’t help myself.

Reading these signs makes me feel better about spending my hard-earned money on a tattoo from a reputable establishment. I can’t afford it, but a tattoo isn’t the kind of thing you want to bargain-shop for.

Claire is getting a bird on her hip. I want a tattoo that represents my life in Africa, so I’m getting five stars on the back of my neck. The stars are for my house in Melville, which Joe and I call the Lucky 5 Star. I love that house — it’s so perfectly quirky and South African. What better way to honor it than with a tattoo.

It’s our turn. Claire and I walk together into the tattoo studio. Oddly, we don’t feel nervous at all.

Claire is my oldest friend. We were friends before we were even born; our mothers knew each other while they were pregnant with Claire and me. Between the two of us we’ve lived in about 10 different countries. We sometimes go years without seeing each other but never stop being best friends. Eighteen months ago, when I made the painful decision to start a new life and needed a place to stay, Claire took me in without hesitation. We lived together in her tiny one-bedroom apartment for nearly four months.

Claire and I really aren’t friends. We’re sisters. Getting tattoos together is a big deal for us.

I go first. We have an awesome tattoo artist named Scott. He stencils the tattoo onto my skin and makes sure I’m happy with how it looks. Then he turns on the tattoo needle thingy and starts painting. It’s far less painful than I expected and Scott is finished in less than five minutes.

Mom: If you’re still reading, stop here.

Scott applies the first bit of ink to my Lucky 5 Stars. Despite my wincing, it doesn’t actually hurt that much. (Photo: Claire)

Painting stars. (Photo: Claire)

Scott bandages me up and then it’s Claire’s turn.

An artist at work.

I think this is the best photo I’ve ever taken in my entire life.

And just like that, we’re tattooed. We’re tattoo sisters! We enter the lobby to applause from our friends. Michelle is overjoyed.

Here’s Claire’s tattoo:

Beautiful bird.

Amidst all the excitement, I forget to look closely at my final product before the bandage goes on.

I wake up the next morning, hung over. Too much liquid courage and post-tattooing revelry. I stagger to the bathroom and Claire pulls the bandage off. (I’m staying with Claire again during my visit to D.C.)

The tattoo looks way bigger and blurrier than I remember. I try hard not to panic. Claire comforts me as best she can but I’m distraught. Her bird looks lovely but I don’t know what happened to my stars.

I lay morosely on Claire’s futon for a while, then drag myself to the shower. Did I really get drunk and tattoo myself with big, ugly, blurry stars? What kind of 37-year-old does that? Ohmigod! My mother is going to KILL me.

After my shower I peer cautiously into the mirror. Do I see what I think I see? My pretty stars are re-emerging! I just needed to rinse off the extra ink and blood to uncover the beauty beneath. A wave of relief washes over me.

I’m still hung over at lunch time. But I love my tattoo.

Behold: 5 lucky stars. Still a bit puffy but you get the idea. (Photo: Claire)

I don’t expect everyone to like it. Some of you might think I’m insane for doing it. But I’ve gotten pretty used to people thinking I’m insane. I personally think I’m a bad-ass.

I got tattooed in Washington, but the tattoo is about Africa. Thanks to Claire and Michelle for helping pull my two worlds together.

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20 Comments

  • Reply Kathryn McCullough September 4, 2011 at 4:45 am

    Oh, I love your tattoo, Heather! It’s beautiful. I don’t have one myself, but Sara has a great one she had done on her shoulder blade, by a famous tattoo artist in Bangkok. Congrats! (And I hope mom isn’t too freaked!)
    Kathy

    • Reply 2summers September 4, 2011 at 4:48 am

      Thanks Kathy! Luckily I’m too old to be grounded.

  • Reply Tara September 4, 2011 at 9:06 am

    both the tattoos are lovely. I hope I can muster up courage one day to do this too.. 🙂

  • Reply laurenbarkume September 4, 2011 at 9:18 am

    Wow, congrats on taking the leap! It’s a lovely tattoo, and some great photos too 🙂

    On a side note, the earrings you are wearing while getting your tattoo… I have the same pair, they are my favorite ones. But I found them at an old woman’s estate sale in CT and never thought I would see anyone else with them! Where did you find them?

    • Reply 2summers September 4, 2011 at 2:47 pm

      Ha! I got those earrings at the Bead Shop in Melville, on the corner of 7th St. and 1st Ave. I love them. Weird.

  • Reply thirdeyemom September 4, 2011 at 3:09 pm

    Wow! I can’t believe it didn’t hurt that bad! I love the tatoo and what it means. Big question is your mother angry? Ha Ha. Funny how moms still have that power over us even in our thirties. My mom would be shocked! Anyway, glad you are having a good time. I’m enjoying your posts, especially this one! I would have to be put under to get a tatoo as I’m afraid of needles.

    • Reply 2summers September 4, 2011 at 3:17 pm

      I haven’t heard from Mom yet. She might just pretend this blog post doesn’t exist. Glad you like the tattoo!

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  • Reply Deano September 5, 2011 at 12:17 pm

    Heather,
    What is going on with you!?!!? :):):) Hey, I like the stars! Hope you’re enjoying your visit in DC.

    Deano

    • Reply 2summers September 5, 2011 at 2:18 pm

      Hey Dean! Don’t you know by now that I am CRAZY? Anyway, great to hear from you. Hope you and Mary are doing well.

  • Reply KJ Fleming September 6, 2011 at 10:30 pm

    BAD-ASS!!!

    • Reply 2summers September 7, 2011 at 12:45 am

      Thanks, KJ Fleming. I’m glad I’ve finally blogged about something worthy of a comment from you.

  • Reply Fiona.q September 9, 2011 at 11:52 am

    afraid of pain, and that’s the reason stop me to have one, lol. but really love it, at least watching…

    • Reply 2summers September 9, 2011 at 11:54 am

      Thanks Fiona! It really was a lot less painful than I thought. And quick!

  • Reply Darren Smith (@DazMSmith) September 13, 2011 at 5:15 pm

    “I think this is the best photo I’ve ever taken in my entire life.”
    Have to agree … sensational image. Love it.
    Love the tats! 😉

    • Reply 2summers September 13, 2011 at 5:16 pm

      Thanks, Darren. I need to think of some kind of contest to enter that photo into.

  • Reply Rebecca October 2, 2011 at 12:45 am

    Love it! You may now get addicted though… 🙂

  • Reply Neha December 12, 2011 at 1:39 pm

    Haha, I had a space cake before mine – didn’t feel a thing! And surprisingly, my mom didn’t freak out at all. Dad did though …

    Love your best-photo-ever. it is beyond cool, and like the tattoo too 🙂

    • Reply 2summers December 12, 2011 at 1:53 pm

      Thank you! My mother will never forgive me. She has sworn never to speak of it with me.

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