The next morning after a good nights sleep (how come this always helps with everything?) I was feeling back to my happy self. I knew what I wanted to do….get a tattoo.
Let me take you back a few months, so I can set the scene, I already have a small heart tattoo on my heel that I got with my best friend, Jen, when we went on a girly holiday to turkey. We coincided this holiday with the date that I would have been getting married. We had such a great time and I knew I wanted to do something crazy on what would have been the day of my wedding, something to remember that day in a happy way.
We had met these two Turkish men a few days before who heard why we were out there and think it pulled on their heart strings as they just wanted to cheer us up. One owned a restaurant so we had a slap up meal for free then decided to go out clubbing. He took us on his huge Harley Davidson to this yacht club where all the beautiful people seemed to have gathered. After a few drinks we asked them that we thought we were going to a nightclub? Yep, he said, but we get there by speedboat that picks us up here. Omg you should have seen our faces! A speedboat to a club! Quick try and act that we do this everyday.
We arrived in style to this place that was a huge open air courtyard with dancers and dance music blasting out. Again all of our drinks were free and we were having so much fun dancing around like idiots I didn’t notice that a whole wedding party had arrived. Literally. A bride in a full on beautiful white dress was slow dancing with her new husband who was all suited and booted. I just stopped and decided I could either start sobbing into my vodka and coke or do something random. That’s when I knew I was ready to get my tattoo. Seeing a bride and groom slow dancing, when on that night I should have had my arms wrapped around my new husband was actually so ironic it hurt.
So we left the club and headed back into town where they had a friend who owned a tattoo studio. They called him to open it up, as it was now 5am, and I got myself prepared. I knew I wanted something small and easily hidden so only I would know it existed. I also wanted a heart to remind myself I wouldn’t let it get broken again.
In shock from the adrenalin!
Twenty minutes later it was complete. Back in our hotel as my best friend slept soundly I was full of adrenalin pumping through me. Had I really just got a tattoo! My mum was going to kill me!
