PanhandlePalooza

Day 2

After the pick-up debacle at O’Charlies, the 3 Amigas headed home to catch the Geek up on our adventures so far. Poor Geek. He had had a long week so far, and with TET and I in the house, his weekend was looking grim. After giving him our leftovers to have a late dinner with, I crashed on the futon for an uncomfortable nights sleep. Thank goodness for Flexeril!! Upon complaining to TJ next morning, she was very quick to inform me that now I knew how she felt when visiting me!!!!! YIKES!!! All I can say is that one day when we’re finished paying for Surlymon’s college we will try to fix up the sleeping situations.

We spent the rest of Friday lazing about, recovering from the nightmare that was I-10, and preparing for Round 2 at the tattoo parlor. We decided to go early, in case Dip and Stick had skipped their appointments giving us an early evening. As expected, Dip and Stick had not shown, but in their place was a young woman getting a shoulder tattoo. TET and I stuck our heads in the room to chat with Sandy, who asked to see my tat from the night before. I yanked up my pants leg and told everyone that when I woke up on Friday I asked TET and TJ exactly when this tattoo was supposed to hurt. Laughing at myself, I looked up and got a good look at the youngster in the chair. She looked about 18, rather large and was gripping the chair for dear life as huge tears rolled down her face. Holy Shit. Feeling foolish, I made a hasty exit as TET continued to chat with Sandy.

“Crying Cathy” kept us waiting right up until our appointment times. We were not even sure she was gonna make it thru, as she was tore up just getting the outline!!! In researching the Dos and Don’ts of getting tattoos, one of the things they tell you is YES, its gonna hurt. The tattoo artist can do NOTHING about the pain, and does NOT want to listen to you piss and moan and carry on while getting your tattoo. Apparently Crying Cathy didn’t do her research, which meant that Sandy was in a less than good mood by the time TET got in the chair.

While we were waiting, TJ decided that she needed to have her ear cartlidge pierced. I told her flat out that there was no way in hell I was gonna join her on this little venture, but I did grab a camera. See for yourself how much fun THAT was.


Finally it was TET’s turn to get ink. As I mentioned before, TET had a 25 year old cougar on her thigh that needed re-inking, and as her tat was gonna take longer than TJ’s, she went first. Sandy was in a foul mood from Crying Cathy and her gang and now she had to deal with us. I was very glad I had gone the night before. See for yourself how enthused Sandy was to be dealing with a bunch of Middle Aged Broads on an otherwise beautiful Friday night.


In honor of The Yarn Harlot, I brought my knitting. TET bought sock yarn in Asheville a year ago, and I was almost finished with sock #1, and what better place to finish it off than at a tattoo parlor while TET was getting ink. Sandy almost fell off her chair when they told her what I was doing—“Nobody has ever knitted in my store before!!”

Can’t say that now!!!


TET models the finished sock mid-tattoo.
TET's tat took 1 1/2 hours, and there was much bleeding involved. Stuck pigs have got nothing on TET. TET claimed that the process was not so much painfull as it was abrasive. My pain threshold at this point was registering sunburn--hot and tight was the most discomfort I felt.

After burning a couple of fags, it was TJ's turn in the hot seat. Threats upon my life prevent me from giving any photographic evidence that TJ did indeed get a second tattoo, but I will tell you that it hurt like hell, and I'm not getting one there. As you can see here, Sandy was getting tired of us Middle Aged Broads and our boring-assed tattoos.

Sometime before midnight, we left Sandy in peace. I can't recommend her enough, so if you're ever in Destin, stop by and tell her the Middle Aged Broads sent ya.This post is long enough for now, so we will finish up this story tomorrow on Half Nekkid Thursday. Ya'll come back now, ya hear?