No You Cannot Be A Diva On My Birthday.

Today is my 22nd birthday. I have known since I was 14 that I wanted a tattoo, and so I decided this birthday I would drive to Kansas City and finally get one. For weeks I've been reminding my husband of "my tattoo this. my tattoo that." I told him where and when. This was fine with him until 2am when he surprised me with, "I'm not going to Kansas City. It's too far." The day OF he tells me this!! I'm pissed, but I negotiated to go to Lee's Summit which is a half hour closer. I started reading some online reviews for the place I chose; some good, some bad. After reading some bad ones he said, "Maybe you should rethink this tattoo idea." I'm annoyed to say the very... very least.

He left for class this morning, and got home at 4pm instead of the usual 2pm. Once he's home he says he's not ready to go to Lee's Summit until he has a nap. Then asks me, "Why can't you just get your tattoo on Saturday??"......... Seriously? Are you seriously asking me that question? After I specifically requested this day off? After weeks of planning? After telling all of my co-workers about the tattoo I was getting? You expect me to walk into work tomorrow without one? Go take your nap, you goddamn diva!

The entire drive there he had his arms crossed and didn't say a word. He wasn't very pleasant until he realized my dinner of choice for the night was Five Guys cheeseburgers. I swear, their food must have crack in it because both of us changed moods on a dime. We left  in high spirits ready to get my tatto cherry popped. The tattoo artist, Jake, was very friendly and helpful. He talked me through everything I need to know when I get my next tattoo, and yes I said when, not if. When people say tattoos are addicting, now I know what they mean. I have a ridiculously low pain tolerancy, and this little guy took 15 minutes and I only winced about 3 times. I love the tattoo, my only complaint would be that it's kinda skinny, but that's fixable.

When we came home the pumpkin pie I'd baked earlier was ready for consumption and I was ready for the new premiere episode of South Park. They played a rerun before the new episode, and wouldn't you know it... "Make Love Not Warcraft" was on tv. My ALL time favorite South Park episode. Ever. So the day started off shaky but ended up being pretty special. My only regret is that my real mom never called me to wish me happy birthday. Not a phone call, not a card, not even an email. I knew she wouldn't, but it didn't make it hurt any less. It sucks when your own mother won't acknowledge she gave birth to you. She ruined my 21st birthday, so I promised myself I wouldn't let her ruin it for me this year. I make my own happiness.