Just Like A Tattoo, I'll Always Have You

This blog is inspired by Tara.

Tattoos... ah, I love them. I have six. I would like more, but I need to show a little self control. And yes, it's true, they are addicting.

Here is one of mine...

This is a tattoo I got with my best friend. It means loyalty. We were inseparable and had been through a lot together. I was the maid of honor in her wedding. I also was there for her for the divorce that followed and she was there for me when I broke off my engagement (which is a whole different post!). She was the peanut butter to my jelly, the cheese to my burger, the peas to my carrots... scratch that, I don't even like peas. Anyway, you get the point.

For my birthday several years ago, we got the crazy idea to get these matching tattoos.

THEN she accompanied me to Las Vegas. That's where it all went downhill.

My dad and stepmom were paying for me, my siblings and our significant others and a few friends to go to Las Vegas to be there when they renewed their vows for their 20th anniversary. My ex fiance was going as well, but then he became an ex. So I was going solo until my parents said, "Hey, you should invite T to come along! We'll pay for her hotel and flight, too." Wonderful. I was so excited and so was my best friend, T.

As difficult as my stepmom can be, I'm so appreciative of this. I needed it and so did T.

The whole time we were in Las Vegas, T complained. About everything. First it was our room. Since my parents were paying for 14 people to go, they had to stick with rooms that weren't too expensive. So we stayed at the Flamingo. The rooms we originally had were kind of gross, but they corrected it and did upgrade our rooms when they found this out. But T would not shut up about how bad the original rooms were (and although they were kind gross, they were NOT as bad as she made them out to be). We hung out with my oldest brother and sister in law a lot of the time and T was always complaining about what we were doing and how it was too hot outside. She was also texting her new boyfriend almost constantly and would give me the quiet treatment if I talked a little too much to my sister in law. She complained about all the walking we had to do at the Grand Canyon and how awful the lunch was there. You get the point.

By the time we got back and I dropped her off at home I was so irritated with her. She did not even say thank you to my parents for paying for her trip.

T sent me an email the next day and told me how I ruined her trip because I did not pay enough attention to her and I spent too much time talking to my sister in law. She also said she did not feel comfortable the entire time because she was not a part of the family. I assure you, she was treated like family the entire time we were in Las Vegas.

I was pissed.

Some not very nice emails were exchanged to which other things were brought up and eventually I just didn't want to deal with anymore. She never did apologize. The closest think I got was "I'm sorry you made me feel this way." What?! She never did say thank you to my parents, either.

A few years later, we talk to each other every once in awhile via Facebook. But that's it and I'm ok with that.

Anyway, I guess moral of the story is to be careful about getting matching tattoos with someone. However, I can't say I don't like my tattoo... I still love it. And I think the word loyal describes me well.

What tattoos do you have?

Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone. I'm off tomorrow through Sunday, so have a wonderful weekend!