We’ve been talking about it for years and we finally broke down after six days in New Orleans and did it. We both love the city like a home and this was our third trip down together. BC and I have…. wait for it…. matching tattoos.
Yes. I am practically 33 years old (one week to go) and I and my gay best friend of the last ten years got matching tattoos.
And no, for those of you with dirty minds, it is not in an intimate location- just on my left side below the armpit, an inch or so below the bottom of the bra-line. Which come to think of it is fairly intimate… I mean I don’t run around with my ribs exposed much. And it’s tiny. About an inch or so high. But I love it. And when it stops looking all new and scabby, maybe I’ll have more reason to show off my ribs- if I can even find a flattering option to do that… ok, not likely.
And maybe there are no such thing as friend vows, but this is mighty permanent. This Christmas, this is enough.