On the 23rd, three of us went to the tattoo parlour. One of us got a tattoo. It wasn’t me, and it wasn’t Anna. That leaves Vania.
Anna drove us to Dig A Tattoo, where Vania had an appointment for 330pm.
The dude printed out a copy of her tattoo and went into his ‘office’ to prepare a stencil (it’s really an ink transfer… sort of like a temporary tattoo to guide the tattoo man’s needle).
After some waiting, the three of us went in to the room. First Mr Tattoo guy cleaned the foot.
Then he applied the stencil thing.
Then he set up his ink needle.
Then he started tracing those lines very, very carefully.
Anna spent the first half hour holding Vania’s hand, and I took the second shift. Turns out I got the worse half of the deal, as the tattoo became more painful toward the end. I tried taking a photo of my hand with the white marks where it was being squeezed, but it didn’t turn out.
The finished product: