An interesting past
“Show me a man with a tattoo,
and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.”
Have I mentioned that I’m in Nashville this week? I am.
I flew in for a wedding this past weekend (Mark and Erin MILLER – holla!), and am sticking around to work from the home office for a week before flying on to Austin for another wedding. What can I say – three one-way tickets were cheaper than two round-trips.
I am staying in a posh condo right across the street from work, running with East Nasty a couple of times, having fantastic hair days, and getting some good, quality time with my amazing friends. Call me dense, but I didn’t realize how much I missed Nashville until I got back.
Yesterday, I accompanied the Handy Graham to get his latest tattoo – which was my first time witnessing any such thing. At one point, I knelt down close to ask him how much it hurt. “Would it be like me digging my fingernails into your face?” I asked, and thought about trying it just so he could give an educated answer. But he is tough and manly, and didn’t let on how much pain is inflicted by applying the 11-needle buzzing PEN OF FIRE to one’s achilles tendon.
Today just happens to be his birthday. Happy birthday, Grahamer! I hope you aren’t scabby!
And that is a birthday wish I can always stand behind.