Received my first tattoo yesterday and lo and behold? It was freaking awesome. The time leading into it was filled with and equal level of unbridled excitement and boundless anxiety while I pondered the unknown. And in the end? It was a walk in the park. My artist was amazing. With a brief explanation of what I wanted and a simple image as inspiration he drew up the concept, blew my mind and we were on our way.
Fate stepped in and tried to deter the whole process, though.