Where's Your Meat Tat

This morning Francisco told me he's asking our friend Kevin to tattoo a pork chop on him this Saturday. Kevin used to have his own tattoo shop back in the day and just recently shipped his tattooing supplies to New Zealand, which has led to everyone walking around with tattoo stars in their eyes, fantasizing about the possibilities. It sounds really fun to be tattooed by someone you already know and like, especially when they have some silly tattoos of their own (I think he has rocking chairs around his arm?). Francisco has reminded me that I'm way overdue for actualizing my own tattoo fantasy. I'm tired of talking about it already. I should get it done soon so as to make space for a new fantasy. We were all also talking about getting assclub tattoos, which in my mind means a picture of a club (the kind you hit things with) on our asses, but which others have interpreted to mean a picture of an ass on all our asses. I imagine my 90 year old self would be more excited about the club than the mini-ass, but either way, if everyone else was doing it, and it was just a tiny little thing, I'd do it too. As a reminder for those glory days when I was so into my friendships, I got tattoos of them.

Heh. A pork chop. Have I mentioned how awesome Francisco is lately? Who knew romance could work the second time around. I can't believe how much of a cynic I was (and I'd never come close to getting back together with any of my exes). I thought breakups were the worst thing in the world (ours wasn't too bad) and getting back together with an ex was something only much weaker women than I did. Lonely women. Women who chose pain because it was easier at the time. I vowed never to be so dumb. And then I did it, and it's fine! I think if I hadn't my life would be filled with what ifs. I'm glad I was so wrong!

In one of the 4000 books I've read lately, there was a comment that men bond over drinks, whereas women bond when they eat dessert together. Thinking about Clodagh's mom making a meringue for dinner tonight is reminding me of this. Maybe she'll warm up to the group while we eat her delicious. Now I'm trying to think of a dessert to make for something....fabulous....coming up.