A lot of you noticed that Mike has a Maddie tattoo as well. He got his the same day I got mine.
After the March of Dimes walk in 2009, things calmed down, so Mike and I got out of town for a few days. We went to Las Vegas, which might seem strange, but we wanted to go somewhere that had tons of distractions. Plus, it’s only a few hours’ drive from Los Angeles. Of course, we ended up spending most of our time in our room.
The only thing we definitely had planned was a trip to the tattoo parlor. I went first, and I prepared myself for massive amounts of pain. I was shocked when it didn’t actually hurt. It was very hot, and not what I would call comfortable, but it didn’t hurt. And strangely, I was disappointed. I wanted something to hurt as much as my heart hurt. Of course, nothing can touch that pain.
I love how mine turned out:
After my tattoo was done, it was Mike’s turn. He knew exactly what he wanted:
On the way back we got into a tiny cab car with a weird looking old cabbie. Despite our solemn mood he insisted on chatting at us. He started telling a story about how other cab drivers drive too fast and get into reckless accidents, but not him. He then talked for three or four minutes non-stop about how he is the best driver in Las Vegas, and takes all things into consideration, checking his mirrors, following the laws, how he is the freaking messiah of cab drivers. As he said all of this he looked back at us for emphasis and started to speed toward the median. A second before we smashed into it, we screamed, he screamed, and he swerved away from the median, nearly hitting another car. Everyone honked and flipped him off. We drove the rest of the way back to the hotel in silence, not saying another word about his perfect driving.
Wouldn’t that have been a great way to end our trip to Vegas?
Neither of us ever thought we’d get a tattoo, but we are so happy with ours. I look at mine whenever I’m missing Maddie, and I often trace my fingers over it without even thinking. Mike does the same. We’re so glad we have them.