My first time....

Today I'm linking up with Helene for her total social link up! 

 The first prompt for the link up is: Your first time. 
Show us your first blog post, your first boyfriend, your first day of school - whatever!
When you post on your blog you can of course link up with us the day of (which will be Thursday, May 15th). But you can also post on other social media outlets using the hashtag: #firstsTOTALSOCIAL

Basically she will give you a prompt in hash tag form because duh hashtags make everything better, and this weeks is #myfirsttime. Now join in and sit with the cool kids. K?!

I thought about a bunch of my first times I could post about and well I decided to talk about my first time getting a tattoo. Someone posted about tattoos earlier, sorry I read like 9 million blog posts and I dont remember which one it was. Anyway I commented and said I really think the minimum age for getting a tattoo should be 25...wait don't hurt me...I'm totally going to explain!

Well really I'm not going to explain Im just going to paint you a picture of WHY I should have waited until I was 25 to get a tattoo... #thankgodIdidntgethisname

9 years ago I had just turned 18 #woohoo #norules and I thought it would be pretty awesome to go to Panama City for Spring Break for some drunken fun Not really because my friends mom totally crashed our party but lets just pretend. So by drunken fun I guess I'll admit her mom totally let us drink Zimas and smoke ciggarettes because we thought that was what looked cool. Now picture us in the back of a mini-van crusin the strip. I know you're mad jelly right now that you weren't as cool as us! We put her moms hair up and put makeup on her trying to make her look younger... I'm pretty sure the mini-van was a dead giveaway.

I imagine we looked about this cool!

So after getting totally drunk see sipping on a few zimas I was like I want to get a tattoo! I was totally old enough but her mom said I had to call my mom BLAH! My mom obvi doesnt know me very well because she actually said I dare you to do it. See, she thought I'd see the needle and chicken out. Um no #challengeaccepted Biotch!

So me and my bff went walking down the strip we decided we'd leave the mini-van at the condo and I walked in the first tattoo shop I came to #mistake1. A fat biker man with long gray hair patted his chair and told me to have a seat. He asked me what I wanted,ya know this isnt really a big decision Im only going to have it for the rest of my damn life. So like any 18 year old in Panama City in 2005 I was like I want a butterfly on my lower back #mistake2 #ewtrampstamp. I dont know why I dont have pictures of this..Im guessing this is before I had myspace and a cellphone. So the old biker was like unbotton your pants and Im like dude no just put it on my back... I mean would mistake # 3 being two young girls 18 in a different state in a tattoo shop alone with weird old men?

Anyoverdramatic, Yall I was so in love with that crooked ass butterfly I wore a crop top the rest of our vacation to show it off. Ps My mom was totally pissed. Now at the time I freaking loved that butterfly it meant I was free... im 18 a "grown up" and whatever else bullshit I convinced myself of as why I got it. So I didn't stop there, nope I had to keep the #badtattootrend going. My next stop a chinese symbol also on my back in hot pink. Its supposed to say love.

I went in that tattoo shop with the intentions of getting my 'fiance's name on my back #EW. Instead I settled for this. However, my tattoo looks nothing like that, and I'm pretty sure it says drunken whore or something equally offensive.

So that my friends is why you should wait until you are at least 25 and semi have your shit together before you go out and get tatted up!