Let's Get Tatted

Ireland must have decided that a day of sun was too nice, so she punished us with a rainy day. The kids couldn't go outside, so we had a blast playing musical chairs instead. When kids got out, they had to dance in the corner with me, and I learned, as well as taught, some pretty cool dance moves.

After a while of sitting at home, I got up to walk to the kitchen and walked into a conversation about Bridget being scared to get a tattoo. She and Kat wanted to get them and Dublin, but Bridget was nervous about the pain (and I don't blame her!) and not having Kat by her side. I offered to go to hold her hand, and told her that if she got through it alive, I'd bake her a cake. Bridget really likes cake. Sara agreed to do the same, and then we were all headed to Dublin. This was my first time in a tattoo parlor, and it was pretty much what I imagined it would be. Loud scream music with...let's say... interesting... art all over the walls, and shaved/mohawked, bearded, tatted men welcoming us with needles in hand. The men working there were very nice and polite, which eased my nerves. I don't know why I was so nervous, I wasn't getting my skin cut open. But, just as Bridget feared, she and Kat were separated for the process, but that was why I was there. As backup Kat, I talked to Bridget the whole time, asking her different questions about home and school. Two minutes in though, she tells me she's not even worried anymore, because it just feels like an annoying tickle. She finished strong, and it turned out beautiful.

Nearing the end of the process

By the time they were done, it was dinner time. We needed somewhere cheap, and Kat and Bridget had never been, so we went to The Boar's Head. It was my last Boar's Head meal, and I was pretty sad. If I ever do go back, I'll certainly visit there again, and relive all the memories it gave me. 

The sun came out for a split second before we headed back to Maynooth, and it was the perfect end to the day.

I'll always love a Dublin sunset