This weekend I got a tattoo and had a 30th birthday party. In that order. And boy, were they both fun experiences. The tattoo, I guess as with a 30th birthday, has been a long time coming. I’ve spent more than a decade talking about getting one. And as I reached 30 I suddenly realised the time was now or never. And never sounded like being a regret-filled scaredy cat. I was super nervous, but weirdly the huge, very tattooed tattoo artist and his heavy metal music made me feel completely calm. I told him afterwards that if any girl asks how sore it is, he could tell them to divide a brazilian wax by 5. He laughed and said, ‘They’ll want to know how I know that’.
Aadil also got his second tattoo. To be super clear, it wasn’t a couple tattoo thing. But it was great to have my beloved there. His friend Gareth, the Ever lovely Lindsay and Little Lauren came along too. I think that SA Hardcore Tattoos did not know what had hit them with a little group of super excited girls oohing and aahing and taking photos to document the moment, all to the sounds of music that sounded like it was by a band called ‘I killed your Mom and I liked it’. Ameezing. I’m planning my next one already.
Saturday night, post tattoo, was the birthday party. It was a magical, amazing night which started with friends, cocktails and rockband. And ended with friends, cocktails, rockband, ameezing presents, performance art on the dance floor and a midnight swim. I am so so grateful to friends, brothers and my beloved who made it all possible. From play lists to potato salads to fairy light rigging to venue lending to present organising. Thank you Ameezing Urban family.