It's been almost a year since I got my tattoo. My BFF got her tattoo at the same time. Her tattoo is named Fred*. Fred has adventures:
|See, Fred went to the beach.|
This is important later.
My friend Amanda turns 30 tomorrow (Happy early birthday, Amanda!). To celebrate, she's getting a tattoo. I suggested she go see Crazy Pierre**, who did my tattoo. He was kind of nuts - we got to hear all about his anarchical beliefs and his baby mama troubles - but he did good work. Honestly, the only reason I saw Pierre was because Hot Ryan** was no longer at the shop I went to. But he turned out to be a pretty good choice.
Amanda took my suggestion and called to schedule an appointment with Pierre. I got this e-mail later that day:
SO. Just so you know. I made an appointment at [shop] to get a tattoo on Monday and Pierre doesn't work there anymore. Turns out he is wanted by the police and fled the state. HA!
I laughed like an idiot when I read this. It seemed so fitting for Pierre. I found it so amusing that I passed it on to my BFF. Her response (via Facebook):
Since I made the appointments and picked the shop and artist, I suppose I'm sort of responsible for Fred's new name. That's why I took it upon myself to create Fred's next adventure. I present to you "Fred goes to jail":
|You can tell he's a felon by the orange jumpsuit.|
With any luck, when I go to visit BFF (and Fred) in November (less than two months! SQUEE!) Fred's newest adventure can actually be realized!***
* Name changed to protect the innocent.
** Names not change, but slightly embellished.
*** Ok, not really. Felonies = law license suspension, and I kinda like my law license.