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January 23, 2009

I’m generally not a very impulsive person. I like to think of myself as level-headed, thoughtful, contemplative.

I’m probably completely wrong about all of that.

Still, I’m what you’d call a homebody. I’m kind of boring most the time.

But sometimes, I get an idea in my head and I just have to go for it.

Sometimes, I decide to do something I swore to myself for years I’d never ever do. I never think I’ll be that girl.

And then I realize I want to do it. I’ll realize, I kind of am that girl.

I never regret it.

That’s why when I heard that Phil Vassar was playing at a casino about 40 miles away the day before my 20th birthday, I had to call my best friend from life. She was only a few hours away, and for as close as we were, we didn’t see enough of each other.

She answered her phone.
Four words. “Phil Vassar. Wanna go?”

And just like that I was headed downtown to buy tickets.

That’s not the crazy impulsive part, in case you were wondering.

Later that night I found myself sitting in my dorm room, probably watching Talk Sex With Sue with my roommate because we made events of watching that show that year. I was barefoot and I had a sharpie in hand.

When I worked as a lifeguard in high school, I had to find little things to entertain me while I was on office duty. Office duty was a big bunch of boring, let me tell you. So I’d take the sharpies we kept under the front counter and sit on the stool, drawing hearts or butterflies or anything else that seemed appropriate to my sixteen year old self at the time, and I’d draw them beneath my right ankle. I’d touch up the pictures day by day until I decided it was time for something new. I’d let it fade and start fresh about a week later.

But I never wanted a real tattoo. I was never that girl.

Still, there I was, nearly twenty, sitting in my dorm room with a sharpie in hand, when I looked at my foot and thought, “hmm. what should I adorn my ankle with tonight?”

I started to draw, and moments later I was calling the BFF back for the second time that day with another crazy idea.

“Wanna get a tattoo with me while you’re here?”

you can guess which foot is mine.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Hazel permalink
    January 23, 2009 10:12 pm

    that’s cute!

  2. nicoleantoinette permalink
    January 25, 2009 12:38 am

    The best things are often those the arise impulsively. Good for you :)

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