I had a great day! It was always going to be, because I finally got out of the house. Jack went to school and Marie went to the creche. She goes twice a week, to "socialise" her (really so I don't go stark raving mad by getting some time to myself).
The day didn't start off too well because I locked myself out, with the nearest key half an hour away at my mother's. Strangely enough, it didn't bother me that much, not even having to stand around in the street for half an hour. Must have been the sheer relief of getting the day off sick duty. After that whole situation got sorted, though, I went to town with a girlfriend - let's call her May - and it was absolutely great. May is an American, and my only stay-at-home mum friend. (I have other girlfriends, only the fashion in Belgium is to work as soon as you can after popping 'em out.) We had lunch in a great cafe, went shopping - great day.
May is the funniest person. Today, I tried to talk her out of getting her new boyfriend's name tattooed on her lower back. (She gave me permission to write about this.) I am the kind of person who doesn't even have pierced ears. I like wild and wonderful clothes and hair sometimes (I had a Mohican for a while about eight years ago), but I like it all to be reversible.
I was educated in the ills of the tattoo by a wonderful ex-army guy in Cambridge, who said that the eagle on his chest looked really sexy when he was in his twenties, but not so much nearing his seventies. I've told May this story, but she seems very determined. I have won her over on the other point though, and she is now not including her new boyfriend's name. She is wanting a small Tinkerbell in American colours. She's convinced she will still like this when she's old and grey. I sure hope so. I have never liked a pair of shoes for more than five years.
May asked me to go with her to have the tattoo done, which I'm sure will be a whole other post. When she had her nose pierced a few months back, I also went with her and I can already tell you she does not like pain.
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I've been with several people to get tattoos. Not me. You might want to point out to May that getting a lover's friend tattoo'ed on your skin is the kiss of death for a relationship. It WILL end.
ReplyDeleteAnd what are American colors? Red, white and blue?
Oh my.
I need to get more tattoos. Stat.
ReplyDelete@Ms. Moon - I will tell her, thank you.
ReplyDeleteYes: red, white and blue. She gets more American with each day in Belgium.
I think "oh my" just about covers it.
@Aunt Becky - I would come with you, just not get any myself. :-)
I'm not a fan of pain either. I have 1 tattoo (and no one knows this...on my hip bone) and have been contemplating getting another. My sister has 6 tattoos and this summer I stayed with her while she had a beautiful tree wrap from her belly button, over her shoulder blade, and onto her chest. It is beautiful but took 9 hours. I think it bothered me more than her...I started getting nauseous and had to walk around outside.
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