A well executed plan

So, this past Saturday was my birthday. I figured it was just going to be another day. You know when you get older, though, birthdays don't really mean much to you anymore. Not that I have a problem about getting older, it's just not the same as when you were in school and living with your parents. This birthday, however, was one of the most exciting I've had in a while.

I didn't expect too much because I really don’t like to make that big of a deal out of it. It’s just another day, but it just happens to be the day I was born on. I usually tell people not to make a big fuss or anything.

The only plan for me on my birthday, up until Friday, was to go to the Dixie Stampede with some friends from work. Well, around 6:30 Friday evening I get a text message from one of my friends from my softball team saying, “You want to go grab a drink at Scores to start your birthday weekend off?” So we ended up meeting around 9 p.m. and a bunch of other people from the team came out as well.

We stayed out until about 4:30 Saturday morning and decided to meet up for lunch around 11 at Jimmy’s Japanese Hibachi. I didn’t get to sleep until about 6 or 6:30 though. Where I have a set time I wake up during the week, I ended up waking up at about 8:30. At this time I’m still feeling the effect of the alcohol so I decided to wait to eat until we met for lunch. Once my husband woke up he said the plan had changed and we were going to meet a T-Bones at noon with everyone.

We decided to go to Star Bucks and get some coffee to try to wake ourselves up. Once we got our coffee we were on our way to T-Bones. We were riding down Seaboard Street, were all the tattoo and piercing parlors are. He decides to pull into the little strip mall area where all the body modification businesses are. At this point I’m starving and starting to freak out on him. I tell him, “No! We don’t have time to stop and look! We have to meet everyone at noon at T-Bones! I’m starving!” Once we finally stopped he looked at me and said, “We’re not going to T-Bones, we’re not having lunch. Everyone is meeting here because we’re getting you a tattoo.”

After Randy told me that I kind of felt like an ass for fussing. He told me that some of my friends from the team, my brother-in-law and his girlfriend, as well as Randy himself had all put some in to pay for my first tattoo.

Randy had got me to design a tattoo for myself at the beginning of the month in hopes to get it for me for my birthday. He wasn’t able to save up the money and told me he was going to have to wait until our anniversary or Christmas to get it for me. So naturally, I though he was going to get me something else.

Apparently, during the weeks before my birthday and the Friday we all went out there was some scheming going on between them while I was away.

Anyway, almost everyone who chipped in on it was there to witness my very first tattoo. There were a few times I almost cried, but I do not like to cry in front of people, so I held it back. I just made some really, really strange faces.

The type of person I am, when I do something, I usually go big. While the tattoo isn’t the largest tattoo I’ve ever seen, it’s defiantly a lot larger then most people go with their first tattoo. It took about an hour and a half. So now, I’m already thinking of my next tattoos.

After I was finished getting inked, I was off to the Dixie Stampede and had a blast there as well!

I just want to thank each and every person who helped make me feel like I was a kid again on my birthday. It was defiantly one of the best I’ve had in a really long time. I love you all!

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