Day 92: Tattoo Me

I do believe that the Rolling Stones are the greatest rock and roll band in the world --the whole wide world, the very greatest (I think that's like saying something is very unique). I've grown up with them (you might say they're archaic). One of my very earliest memories is of my mother's horror-stricken face when I belted out "Satisfaction": apparently she felt it was wildly inappropriate for a five-year-old to express such sentiments.

I've seen the Stones in concert three times: once when I was pregnant with A (surely explains her uncanny ability as a tiny girl to strut around like Mick Jagger) and twice with my sisters when the band toured in 2005. Mick could still spaz out like nobody's business. Rumor has it that they'll be touring again before the end of this year. Mick just turned 66. Knighthood must agree with him.

Anyway, now that I'm older and can express myself freely, I'm thinking of getting a tattoo. When A was in ninth grade and mumbling about various kinds of body piercings (I can't look at anyone with a pierced eyebrow without convulsing like Mick), I sort of told her that we'd each get a tattoo when she graduated from high school. I don't know why I did that -- maybe to change the subject? While neither one of us has been permanently inked yet, we've been talking about it. And I did get a henna tattoo last week just for the fun of it. It's given me a great deal of satisfaction! Unfortunately, despite the fact that I rub olive oil into it prior to each shower, it's fading away much faster than advertised. So now I'm wondering whether I should go for the real McCoy. Should I give it One More Try? What would Mick do?

Would he Paint It Black? Would he let it Not Fade Away? Would he say Look What You've Done? Stupid Girl! I'm Worried About You and so are the Neighbours. You're a Crazy Mama! Let It Bleed! Is it Just My Imagination or are you one of those Honky Tonk Women? You used to be so Respectable!

Will a tattoo be my Biggest Mistake? I definitely have Mixed Emotions about it. I just don't know what to think. Sort of like when I went shopping for new kitchen flooring. I couldn't take my eyes off one particular tile sample: did I love it or did I hate it? I was mesmerized! When it was delivered to our home and I laid some out on the existing floor, it looked exactly like head cheese. I'm not a fan of luncheon meat. All the tile went back, but not without a substantial re-stocking fee. Will my tattoo remind me of head cheese? Will there be a re-stocking fee?

What to do, what to do? Well, no need to decide right now. Time Is On My Side even if gravity isn't. The second half of my life awaits.